"You see the milestones?" she asked. I nodded my head. "They are to guide the lost ones, back home. They stand on the path, stretching their arms to help those souls, despite the beating rain and roaring winds, burning sun and killing cold."
I scratched my head and asked,"What if it's too dark to see the milestones?"
"Oh, dear! Did you just forget the streetlights?" She smiled.
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Raindrops | Poetry
PoetrySitting under the rain, hoping to drown in things other than my thoughts. [ collection of poems, musings and more ] Also read 'Mixtape', under my profile. Cover by Simran, @SweetSimu #itsnotaphase Highest Ranking: #9 in POETRY as of 27/04/2018 (when...
