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

Through the windowpane

The sound of rain

ticking

this is the sound of time

walking

every drop of rain is love

sprinkling on the soil

quietly as love

the night sky

so impossibly high

stars are twinkling

whispering

quietly

a poem

an emotion

a sleepless thought.

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