My Interpretation of Poetical Ideas, Messages, Information and Resources.


Don’t know where these raindrops came from,
jumping on the calm windowsill,
some turn away,
playing amongst the flowers,
leaves are greener,
starting to feel helpless,
with an emaciated soul,
facing the breeze,
birds are more and more,
full of life and bouncy and,
what are they looking for,
they keep muttering to each other,
creating the mood of serenity,
of the evening,
the fence in the courtyard,
can’t lock,
the aromatic longings
blankly waiting,
the next passerby,
the curtains quiet,
with soulful eyes,
just a little,


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