The sun sets again,
and finally comes the lonely moon.
I can't help but wish,
that we could talk again soon.
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
Soon
The sun sets again,
and finally comes the lonely moon.
I can't help but wish,
that we could talk again soon.
