love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
The Year I Wrote in Rainwater
The year I turned thirty, I stopped writing in ink. It began on a Tuesday in April, when the skies split open like a sigh and I found myself in a forgotten park, notebook in hand, drenched but delighted. I had no umbrella, no agenda, just a quiet hour between obligations. I sat on a moss-covered bench while the clouds wept their secrets. I watched rain stitch silver lines across the page.
By Ashikur Rahman Bipulabout a year ago in Poets
