It’s 3:33
I’m outfront with my thoughts flying
watching this storm high while sighing
thinking of my expired loved ones
When out of nowhere
this rain came down hard all at once
My brother from the night sky summoned
I think it’s time you turned that frown around
If I may seem lost
and cannot be found
just know when it was 3:33
that was me
cascading drops of rain around town
I know you’re still thinking of why or how
I’m watching your head bow
I want you to know
I’m with the family and our friends in the clouds
We’re all at peace and tranquility now
As it was 3:33
and 33% was left on your cells battery
that it was me
coming through in the rain you seen
sending you showers of hugs and love
from all of us from our home paradiso above
in the form of master number three’s
3:33 AM in numerology
Poetry
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I loved the way your story came together and perfectly fitting at 3:33, thanks.
thank you very much! 3 am is always a prime time for us writers, it’s where shit goes down loli our heads and on paper or format lol