Category: Poetry
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City Pours
Descending droplets,That were shrouded by the night,As a vehicle passed by,were revealed by the headlight. From here I behold,this city traffic and the noise.Lightning strikes and the dark clouds,Enraptured by the rain’s voice. When it pours I always ponder-Between the rain and the soul…What’s the relation? Interrupted by the weather so puckish,As it gives a…
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Dancing in the Rain
Sound of the pounding water,she loves to dance in the rain.Charm of her embellished,She shows me how to love again. See the way she cuddles herself,and makes those red lips pout.I get her intentions very well,as she winks at me,and turns about. Dripping and tangled all her hair,dress of her too wet.Reminds me of that…
Hot Chocolate 