Soaring with Angels

In the rain, she stands alone,

Her memories like fleeting shadows,

A heart once bright, now seeking light,

In the silence, her thoughts echo.

The raindrops mix with silent tears,

Each step a journey through the haze,

A soul yearning for the familiar,

Lost in the fog of forgotten days.

A whisper of a name long gone,

A voice once clear now fades away,

She strains to grasp the fleeting song,

In the cold, her mind begins to sway.

Let her find joy in the gentle rain,

A laugh that breaks the heavy gloom,

Soaring with angels, free from pain,

In a sky where memories bloom.