by sheva
Wind whirls spinning
light soft drizzle
sprinkling my
spirt sprout
Soothing my lone sore soul,
and sole-- unbrekable yet shattered
heart which was yet tore apart
I am a torn tart
by rain my rough heart is caressed
Rain drops
dripping away my sorrow,
washing my tomorrow's tears
There is no morrow dawning
besides this eternal lonely rainy night
-- of shadows...
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Dis blog is a dedication to all the ppl who have written dese poems and to those who have supported me as frns..... Dis blog belong to all those ppl who have writen dese wonderful compositions. i m jus lyk a publisher bringin dere talent in d eyes of world
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