Whispers on the Window’s Face
Morning rain, a gentle grace,Whispers on the window’s face,Washing shadows of the night,Bringing forth the softest light. Each drop a note, a tender song,Cleansing paths where we belong,Yesterday’s sorrows drift away,In the dawn of a brand-new day. Fresh beginnings, clear and bright,Beneath the sky, so pure, so light,In the morning rain’s embrace,We find a simple, …
