I was standing near the window,
watching those rainy drops,
falling down the ground ,
rolling down the footpath.
I watched it like a five old child,
whose looks at cotton candy in fair
I watched the clouds closely,
It was all drak and scary.
Its beauty never makes me scare,
Even thought it seems like one,
i close my eyes,just to feel
i could here the droplets falling
it falls on the ground, rest down
As it was meeting soulmate,
its rhythematic movements
hold a different song
Still watching those dropltes fall
running over the field
it finally reach down the river,
that it joins with someone else
- ʟᴀᴠ.ᴇɴᴅ.ᴇʀ
YOU ARE READING
Loud Scream !
Poetry' ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ ʜᴀs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ' - ᴀɴɴᴇ ғʀᴀɴᴋ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴜᴘs ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ - ʟᴀᴠ.ᴇɴᴅ.ᴇʀ
