The World’s Exhale
Poem Waking up I hear the rain, the wind rustling the tree branches The rushing of car wheels spinning over the wet streets I see the blue light peeking from behind the curtains...
Tagged: melancholy
And The Rain Is Falling
Poem I sit on my desk, the rain is falling, an open window, thoughts are coming, passing by like train in fields of flowers, like night in day, it’s light in darkest hours…...
