Under the shady tree
I stand letting my hairs free
A gush of wind passed in spree
I could hear the mizzle flurry
Much as funny and sad it is
Oh, how the rain still, of you,
Just reminds me..!!
YOU ARE READING
The Dew in her words
PoetryA book of Poetry of all the splendid emotions of the special little heart of a girl... previously called WRITINGS OF HER
Rain...
Under the shady tree
I stand letting my hairs free
A gush of wind passed in spree
I could hear the mizzle flurry
Much as funny and sad it is
Oh, how the rain still, of you,
Just reminds me..!!
