when i hear the raindrops
i hear your footsteps
coming towards the house
treading on the paths of my paths
and then when you go inside and
sit inside the living room and when
i serve you tea and give you
company, i begin to hear the
silent songs of teardrops.
The notes are suppressed,
and very, very sad.
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amazing....beautiful..write..write that is yet to open up...i find your thought beautiful but feel as if some thg left unsaid..but what you expressed, expressed almost every emotion of your heart. Thanks for Sharing. Regards, Priya