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Rashomon

I The rain is pouring down, There is just one umbrella, and I choose to share it With her. The night is long, and we don’t talk, but I can see, Through the corner of my eyes, that She is uncomfortable and cold By the violent brushing of the winds that come too close but leave without kissing her left cheek. A red omnibus passes us by, Without stopping. I hand her the umbrella, And leave unarmed Humming a familiar tune. II The rain is pouring down, and He comes a step closer, to share His umbrella with me. The night is long, and We don’t talk, but I can feel his gaze penetrating my skin. The violent brushing of the winds, Makes me uncomfortable as They come too close but leave without kissing my left cheek. A red omnibus passes us by, Without stopping. He hands me the umbrella, And leaves like the wind. Humming a familiar tune.
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Written by
miu-rishu
India
Published
May 17, 2015
Lines·Words
34·159
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#stop#leaves#familiar#without#umbrella#bust#omnibus#rashomon#humm
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