In the middle of the pavement,
with a black suit,
with a smile,
and an invisible tear
for it is raining,
you stand,
offering me your hand
and asking me to dance.
I took it
and let the rain
cry with us.
YOU ARE READING
She
Poetry"A book is she that has countless pages, blood is her inks, and her pain writes." This story contains prose and short poetries that is all about a woman's point of view of love and life.
