The rain gives a nice feeling to us.
Every one of our worries shall pass.
I imagine the rain talking to us in it's own accent.
It's filling our heart with it's etheral presence .
Fulfilling half of our wishes.
We converse with the rain through our own expressive ways.
An ethereal feeling, a clear voice, a tranquil phrase.
Drowning out the noises, a rhythmic percussion,
The rain fills our soul with its holy grail obsession.
- by Afrin_bk & Ayesha(my sis)
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My poetry
PoetryMy soul is whispering "Don't fall into despair" My day is nearing Undoubtedly, I will prosper. Taking the words out of my vein But My Fingers, They are touching out all of my pain Failing to write in the words of Shakespeare But In your heart, ...
