Tears dropped from your face
A blessing or a curse of rain
My thoughts, irrigated like a Jungle
A red bird standing there, a symbol
Flying to free you of me
Was what we had bloodshed or passion?
A black panther halts, standing still
Preparing the strike at his destination
Were you the predator or my prey?
Thunder clapped, like a roaring audience
Shaking the floor and scattering life
Signals, of a coming
Tears dropped from your face
Were they a blessing or a curse?
God only knows.