Rain

Raindrops falling from the sky

Will anyone hear your cry.

Through the rustle of leaves

Through the heavy wind

No one will hear

Not even the clouds above from which 

you descend.

We will only hear 

As you hit the hard cement

Of the empty roads 

Twisting and turning 

Where people disappear 

Out of your sight.

       

                          M.Z

Secrets


Many I will not tell
But some, I will let them flow from 
Doors opened by just a small crack.
Only if you give me a friend 
Called Trust.


                             M.Z