Sadness is a bird,
That has made its home in my heart,
sometimes its leaves and flies away,
but it always returns,
back to me.
I could never keep her away,
she has become part of me.
A gentle sparrow,
that means me no harm,
only seeking a place to stay warm,
and out of the rain.
I dread her coming,
but, still, she is a familiar friend.
especially on the rainy days,
Watching the tears of the sky,
roll down my window panes.
Too much sun,
tires my eyes.
I like how the world becomes,
a monotone palette of grays,
each one blurring into the next.
We could not really know joy
without knowing the sadness.
So i do not chase away my little bird,
but always welcome her back.
And together we wait out the rain.
rain rolling down the window in Cuenca
