Aug 2
The one umbrella I give her
and get drenched in the rain.
My eyes are not dry
as rain bathes my eyelashes
makes me cry in joy.
I'm happy she's not wet
as it pours on pitter patter
pitter patter.
In the rain I find the might of love
and in the music of the pour
I hear my heart burning
in the light of sound.
and get drenched in the rain.
My eyes are not dry
as rain bathes my eyelashes
makes me cry in joy.
I'm happy she's not wet
as it pours on pitter patter
pitter patter.
In the rain I find the might of love
and in the music of the pour
I hear my heart burning
in the light of sound.
With her in the rain, morning Aug 2 2024 on way to school.
Indebted to Nat Lipstadt for his inspiration against my comments on his poem "What is a soundless Sound".
Indebted to Nat Lipstadt for his inspiration against my comments on his poem "What is a soundless Sound".
