Listen for the rain outside
It's pitter patter is the only sound in the night.
The water which has rained through the many centuries
I wonder what events it has seen
How many drenched kisses?
How many murder screams?
I wonder what we would uncover
If frozen water could resemble past memories
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Inside Her Mind.
PoetryThis little bunch of poems that I am writing is 'how' I feel sometimes 'what' I feel sometimes... these are views towards life and relationships with people and all my compressed thoughts expressed.... They reflect me people I know and what they wan...
