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Nov 2015
It was pouring
as if gods had forgotten
to turn off
the rain faucets.
I walked
my heart dry,
fever raging
like volcanoes,
heart beating wild
thoughts in disarray,
only one thing blended
with the falling rain:
tears that came
streaming down
to join
the rivulets
and the puddles,
while I moved on
in yesterday's rain.
Tulip Chowdhury
Written by
Tulip Chowdhury  USA
(USA)   
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