A Falcon Ode
Life has been utterly challenging for a brief time in the past. I almost lost the memories and favors of my beloved, rain. With the onset of autumn, the first autumn showers brings back my lover and helps me recall the good times. Hence, together we weave a poem of reunion and compassion. This poem is the epitome of such immortal and eternal love. Verily, how hard I try to jot down an illuminating rune, expecting from the dumb heart to make the flowers bloom. Sitting beside my window with some distinct marks, to free myself off the last tiring date cards. Suddenly, there's mist and stability in the sky. With coolness in the weather, the birds quit to fly. A tranquilizing petrichor sweeps in. The hope to weave a poem gets clinged. Twinkling on my notes, are the tiny offlets of drops. While shining on the frosted glass, are the bigger raindrops. The drizzles enlighten at my gaze. Nervous by my sight, they become haze. They greet omen to me,