He had forgotten to charge
So instead
He listened to the silence
A thing he rarely did
And as light drops of
Morning rain
Plucked around him
He looked at
The gray sky
Reflecting
On the reservoir
He had forgotten to charge
So instead
He listened to the silence
A thing he rarely did
And as light drops of
Morning rain
Plucked around him
He looked at
The gray sky
Reflecting
On the reservoir
Nice short art👏🏻
Silence in soft ripples
Silence before roaring storm
Silence as I ponder on a thought
am I so true..and strong?