Rain-Cloud
Umbrellas
Hung as halos
Doe-eyed
Soggy origami people
Pray
And plea
To their
Branched Goddess
And there’s a man in the park
With a picture of a smile
He sighs
He cries
He cannot be comforted.
It is times like these
That I realize I might have a heart
sure you have very sweet heart...your poem is romantic enough and the way you did is very great lol... the theme is so impressiveand agree with it...