As I walk down in the drizzle
in a rush to avoid the rain
I see all the people doing same
they are the same who prayed for rain
and end from unbearable heat.
then I stood in the rain for a while
a poor boy dancing with his dog
in this rain.
ignoring the crowd, the rain, even the gods.
I laughed on my life, shackles and the dog wagging his tail.
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"In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day." - F. Scott Fitzgerald // poetic rants
This is the sound of my silence
The words left unsaid, pouring out as poetry.
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