Phantom of an Unfinished Subtle Tune

rain

Today, I decided to write an exultant piece

Like what I’ve written for the past few years

But now I don’t know what to put

Superman or the butterflies or the tears

And as the rain pours down

Creating a melancholic rhythm on the ground

There’s this persistent tune ensuing

I hear your sweet silly voice singing

And it keeps on whispering in my ear

Like a drug into my veins so sheer

Caressing every inch of my soul

Like a phantom to my deepest core

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