Posted: December 21, 2014 by lade in Poems

Minutes of rainstorm,
All day filled with darkness of laughter
A bullet of peace piercing the mind.

Thumbs touching,
A snowy sounds
Feels like a hot shower.

Hours of darkness
All agrees with its lowliness
All men swim with lawlessness.


Days are still days,
But not with its daily deeds.

Hallowed we say;
No longer to your name
But to our own vain.

Oh! My heart,
Please treasure this moment,
When all I do is to cry for the rain.

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