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Rain
We walk together,
Our shoulders touch every now and then,
The rain pouring down your umbrella.
The cold bites. We hardly talk.
But we find pleasure
In smelling the rain.
Our shoulders touch every now and then,
The rain pouring down your umbrella.
The cold bites. We hardly talk.
But we find pleasure
In smelling the rain.
Published 24th Feb 2012
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1st Mar 2012 9:47am
3rd Mar 2012 4:55am
Thanks for your liking it. I really like short pieces; long ones seem redundant to me.
10th Mar 2012 6:21am
I like the smell of rain before the storm comes.
The calm is always so soothing..
Perfect write. :)
The calm is always so soothing..
Perfect write. :)
1st Jun 2012 1:53am
This poem is very lucid and simplistic. Not much to get but what it is. Nice work.:)
