But it was raining outside
The tin shade was barely stopping rain
And I could sense over the open tea stall
Competition between him and rain
What is more beautiful?
A question flowing from cell to other cells
Is it the rain?
Or the boy who is laughing like
tuning guitar string
And a casual day, but
Why does it feel like something different?
YOU ARE READING
Seasons of Her
PoetryA series of poems... and some vouge feeling where only a few got words and others remain silent and one day lost onto the deep red sky....
