It's Raining Poem by Christinne Radu
It's Raining
It's raining outside
And in my soul,
Over my life
I feel myself leaking thru stones,
Trembling on trees branches
Cold and translucent.
I see how people beware of me
Under their ingrate umbrellas
And birds seeking for shelter,
Though they are happy I came.
And I see you, my lover
I am at your window, can you feel me?
You can't stop me.
Maybe I will turn you into a cloud,
Aren't you afraid of me?
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4/23/2024 6:56:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This one is a kind of poetry that portray love as something to be yearned for and to be shared with; but once it has fallen to lies, betrayal and neglect... it can turn to hate or even revenge. Good write Christine,10 for it.