I walked under the rain which froze our yesterday,
Making me stand at one point or life you at other,
Both our eyes met but I let it go this time,
I let you watch me this time,
As all along the way I was the one who was watching,
I was the one who was loving you,
I was the one who was hurted, deceived and fooled.
I let you go like the last rain when our dresses collided,
But I flew away with my umbrella never looking back at that wet road which hold the footprints of you.
But today I saw the road filled with your footprints, the tress filled with your scents and the clouds filled with your talks.
While we both were standing at the first place we met as if it was our last.
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Ink And Rhymes: A Teenager Poet's Diary
Poetry"Ink and Rhyme: A Teenager Poet's Diary", invites readers on a poetic journey through the tapestry of emotions woven by the passing seasons. From the tender innocence of childhood memories to the contemplative solitude of rainy days spent by the win...
