Listening to the rain
A sweet noise to hear
Fell into a river voice
Missed faces never seen
On those rainy days
The canvas blanket talk deepest
Distant voices speak faintly
Forgotten romance fairy tales
Gray clouds move easily
Touching the dark face to dance
Walk and run wild on the night
Looking an angel in beautiful sight
Can you feel the rain unreal?
Where the words drop and scream
Where the street becomes reflections
Where love leaves for a new beginning
About the Creator
E. NATASHA
I'm writer/author/ghost writer based in Bali, Indonesia. I love traveling, diving, mountains & photography. My principle,"Life is not just for breathing!" My email : [email protected] , happy to share :)
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