Walk with me another time,
Roads are bare and wet.
Rain falls by the foot line,
Sky hasn't lit up yet.
Take another step with me,
Sitting on the window swinging feet across.
Tear drops fall on the street,
My bare feet sweeping away the loss.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts from an old diary
PoetryFeel free to vote and comment if you enjoy reading! (Previously known as "Poetry On Fingertips") •2nd Position in The Crown Awards 2020 •#1 in #poetryislife -28/June/2020 •#1 in #poetrylovers -26/Feb/2019 And plz don't copy my book, Truyen.
