POEMS are just mere reflections of what the heart has been through the years with pain, saddness,
even in death the heart of all hearts still rests with the soul,
the soul which can not take the hearts pain, misery and sorrow to heal in heaven,
when it is buried beneath the earth, shattered and heart broken, the soul comes again again,
as raindrops to make amends meet as one, it is then and only then the earth cries utterly in defeat for the skies to open again.
