The jitters of November could be felt,
It was coming-the unknown but the inevitable! ! !
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I wouldn't say its easy,
But I wouldn't back off and run,
All I would say is-
Its raining gallore, lets have some fun! ! ! !
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It was weak and rust,
And I thought it trust..
It was just, (may be)
An emotional outburst,
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What if the wind stopped blowing, and time didn't run,
Griefs would have been shelved, and life would be fun.
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Rain-Again
Its raining galore;
Dry streets pacified,
Thirsty throats satisfied,
And I feel the raindrops talking to me! ! !
I feel I am losing you,
This rain erasing your touch from my body and mind,
Obscuring my vision and turning me blind.....
Not that I want to hold on to your memories,
But I won't let go either-without a fight.
It is your absence that makes me complete,
Not that it was destined,
But I chose it to see how much I owed you! ! !