She looks up the clouds in the sky,
The outline of blue fading,
Rain drops showering her eyes,
Her mind cold in the sorrow,
She calls the rain to rain on,
Secretly longing an umbrella,
Her umbrella gone for another,
Majestic rain she shouts,
Left to carry the broken pieces,
Love in the rain was gone
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Thoughts Of Love
PoetryBroken souls are still beautiful; if not the most beautiful.
