The rain is falling
The water is pouring
It is dripping, on top
To erupt old longing mind
I sat quietly on my bed
And thinking so far
Searching my future in the presence
Under this unkind weather
I'd soaked myself
To the whole body and within
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PoetryThis is the old poem collection of mine. Created in 2015. There were flaws and mistakes in here but I'm glad I did it. Flaws and mistakes are what people are. "Writing this collection is somehow a restoration of feelings. Although, as you know 'pl...
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