I saw it dripping down
drizzling and sound,
and I knew they came,
the whispers in the rain.
Gently smooching my skin,
rolling down the curves like veins.
It was crystal clear and pure,
until the color turns red.
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chemin de le serein. | poetry
PoetrySerein - (/sɪˈriːn/; [səʁɛ̃] in French) refers to rain falling from a cloudless sky. This sort of rain is said to take on the form of a fine, light drizzle, typically after dusk. The name derives from French serein, meaning "serene", or "clear" (as...
