Part 1;
My dear,
I was thinking of you in a rainy day,
And suddenly the rain started pouring harder.
I asked the sky, why did it do such a thing,
And I got no answer.
I remained all day staring out of the window,
Waiting, waiting and waiting for an answer that I should give.
I waited for the forest to speak,
Through the rustling of the leaves,
And I waited for the rainbow to speak,
Through it's colours.
I waited for the night to speak through the moon,
And i waited for the morning sun to speak through the beams of light.
I waited and waited,
I agonisingly waited.
Till even the demons themselves took mercy on me.
They made me tea, and took me outside to dance under the rain.
They told me endless stories of fated lovers,
And asked for mine...
What should I tell them, dear?
For we promised to share a tea,
The next time we will see.
The droplets of rain caressing thee.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Midnight
PoesiaYes, words sometimes do matter more than actions! A book full of whispered words under the cloak of darkness. Poetry woven with the scent of my soul.
