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Aug 2018
Rain heavily pours in this sky that’s getting darker,
The clouds above cursing us with the roaring thunder.
Missing the summer heat, time really changes too fast,
Yesterday the sun blinds these eyes and dries this land so vast.

These cold mornings that gets me too comfortable in my bed,
Makes me wonder would it be better to lengthen the rainy season instead?
Yet the downside is the flooding roads and beaches that cant be enjoyed,
Wet and wild may be the theme, but during this times emotions are being toyed.

Yesterday I am energetic and up tempo with a very ecstatic vibe,
Yet now I feel gloomy, lazy with this irritating sense of depression inside.
Well not everyone though, shout out to those that’s feeling their couples warmth,
To those alone in their beds, calm your mind this is a good time to think of art.

A sudden thunder jolts my sense of poetry, trying so hard to write,
Thinking hard, so hard to think of someone, as this pen I bite.
I thought of something, opened this window and began to listen to the wind,
It whispered things, about the difference of the warmness of sun and the heaviness of rain.

Unexpectedly you enterd this empty mind, that I tried to fill,
Fill with things like nonsense stuff that seems important and real.
Well now since you are there, you gave this nonsense things their meaning,
Well to be fair with how perfect you are, everything will gradually start shining.

I am starting to like now these cold and rainy days because of you,
Since every coffee I sip, I can’t stop but think of thos beautiful view.
Where both you and me under the pouring sky, letting ourselves get wet,
Me holding your hand and looking at you, embrace you, make you feel my heat.

Boom, Suddenly this thunder woke me up from my daydreaming,
Now I am back again in reality, I urge myself to stop overthinking.
I placed this pen down, prepare to rest and put my self asleep,
This will allow me to dream of you, and i hope that I won’t fall for you too deep.
Randolph Napoles
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Randolph Napoles  26/M/Philippines
(26/M/Philippines)   
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