Counting the raindrops,
She was watching its waves.
Screaming gradually,
Her heart's season was stuck again,
Missing somebody terribly,
Inward her stubborn head,
Radioactive reflections of past,
She was standing still there.
A breeze touched her just now,
What happened to the atmosphere around?
She lost her endurance,
Her relief was dead,
Her speechless sights asked to glimpse someone,
Her ears wanted to hear someone's voice,
What happened to her soul just now?
She can't explain,
She had been entirely missed,
Thinking about her devotions.
~ Mery Ruaid
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Poetrypoetry is not a turning loose of emotions , but an escape from emotion ; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality . But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from...
