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

Rain keeps falling

Holding an umbrella

walking in the street

scenes are changing


the only thing constant

is the rain


i see beautiful faces of young girls

i see men in suits and ties

i see gray souls in the sky

the scenes appear in different forms

invading eyes

like the rain


i hear old song coming from a shop

i hear the impatient car horns

i hear the roar of construction

and i hear pervasive silence

sounds of erratic frequencies

washing the cochlea

like the rain




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