Raining

There may be,

She closed her windows

Of her sun,

She hides her,

Drops,

Behind,

Softly,

Blue coloured

Skylighted paper,

Raining there maybe,

She doesn’t know,

Where’s the light and

Darkness ends,

She doesn’t know where

She could go,

And it rained again.

She is just passing,

Passing by the,

Wind,

Passing by the light,

The directions,

Between her,

And an inner child.

Raining there

Maybe,

She could be the image,

Image of her,

Being something,

She can be trusted.

Raining there.