What do you do when love's gone

[white camellia]

I think this sounds awkward, but let's give it a go,


The rain falls in the language of a remote godfather
Pieces of sea shells hung modestly together
obliterating a tinkle swing in circles of uncertainty
The lyrics are unsophisticated chanting the word of parachute

Dans ma villa with your luxury pen I remain a lonesome writer
Azaleas at the windsill give of time no tinctures
But only hours ago your white coffee mug came on, faithfully
The sunrise was long gone with the promise of another rainy day

[qimissung]

I love it. So solemn, so quiet that I pause to reflect at the end of each line..."gone...the promise of another rainy day."

[paperleaves]

the imagery is clean, purifying, spotless. spot on :) thank you for sharing