"Rain"
Early morning it is raining
Just as my tears which stopped falling
As if the heaven knows what I am feeling
On a cold, cold, cold morning
Started to listen at my surroundings
The only sound of rain drops fell down the ceiling
I hugged myself and started crying
"Why do people leave?" I kept asking
Alone in the room with silence spreading
As the rain slowly fade and disappearing
I realized and wiped the tears that are falling
"Appreciate the people who have stayed." I say.
6:52 A.M. 12/30/2018
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Amateur Works
PoetryThese works are purely made from an amateur and aspiring poet. These were made straight from ideas and thoughts which are assembled into a fresh poem. I am clearly open to any critiques that can possibly make my works improve.
