Rain
A Poem of Falling Love
“My Heart is waiting for someone, not physically, but mentally, with open arms. Once it hits the ground, it feels like gold mixed in charms.
The atmosphere can feel dull and dark at times, but its touch on the skin, mind, and body does it justice and not a crime.
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Long trips, vacations are family-out things that are longing for you, some good food and a cup of hot tea — one for me and one for you.
The time when it takes away the dry and hard feelings from somebody; all it leaves behind is a cozy, wet feeling, sometimes moist or foggy.
All I need is some time off to watch you fall on earth; the world feels filled with voices, like at the time of birth.
Once you come, you come in plenty, you know I wish I could count you five tens and twenties.
There is a saying: “Good things do not last long,” but it feels wrong to break this long-standing bond.
I know I will have to leave you after a while, but while you are just running as much as you can, like running for a mile.”
