Rain Poem by Alexandro Johns
Rain
I hear the falling rain
and I fell as if the night
it flooding me
with all sorrows of unknown people,
I open the window
to see someone,
and the murmur of raindrops
on the roofs
it seems leftover minutes
of some lives,
a twinkle it rattles the clouds,
I reach out to see my shadow
jumping to the path's quagmire
and it get lost
with all the absences
in the water slip up.
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4/29/2024 12:05:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A nice poetic imagination, Jones. Thank you very much,
Thank you very much for your comment, Jazib Cheers