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Jan 2021
Walking along my way of life here
Suddenly the wind greet me by
blowing my hair away from my ear
I halt to listen its slow whisper
Then it left me grinning with the message
"the rain is near"

Not to go on, my elbow rests on the cold long steel railing
and there I wait for the time being
Gazing far away to the endless sky
As if looking for the cloud that will eventually cry

Arriving, the tiny droplets land on my bare face
The rain starts pouring
Ah again I feel this bitter taste
I end up weeping

Only when it is rain that if you cry it would not show
If you are sad, you are not alone
The rain accompanies you
Written by
Irisa  F
(F)   
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   shamamama
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