When you tap
To that mysterious rhythm,
I sit here and wonder,
Who must have taught you that!
When you touch,
Gently on my face,
I stare up and wonder,
Where that chill in your finger tips-
Come from!
And when you leave,
Tear marks on my window pane;
I look beyond and wonder,
What pain you hide behind.
Please,
Let it-
Never stop raining!
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1 year ago
2 comments:
beauty! as usual crisp and poignant. loved it! teardrops on the window! lovely expression!
Quite surprisingly, it's raining in Chennai :-)
Neat, very!
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