rainy day

I was walking on the bridge

A hot sigh got out of my chest

Flash back memories crossed my way

Suddenly, the sky called the clouds to come

Just celebrating , the rain will come

I was waiting , gathering my hands

Tried to collect some drops

But they embraced me too fast  with  harsh touch

Inside them , I am lonely , miles away on my home

It was just a rainy day , and i was walking

Poetry by Libyan Rose
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Written on 2010-10-18 at 00:00

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ngaio Beck
Simply a nicely constructed poem.Feels like "friendly" summer.
Rainy days are always melancholy

John Ashleigh
Striking imagery, flashing through my mind. Fantastic.
Keep sharing!