It was pouring, nightfall o'er the wet streets,
On a bike we rode, hurry to go home
The road was muddy, street lights hazy, blind
Pitch black all around where our eyes would meet
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Write comment. Such a nice poem, Sophia William. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
Thats a nice use of imagery. It took me to a younger time. Thank you for sharing.