The falling rain,
Soothes my pain;
In the Dead of Night,
In the Absence of Light.
I find solace in the Freedom of the Rain -
I find solace in Redemption through Pain.
And my broken-heart dies in the Ashes of my yesterdays.
You quietly claimed my Heart in so many ways.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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