I opened my eyes
and saw the bright sun rays directly blinding me
I stood up and saw the enthralling scene ahead
"When will it rain?" I sighed
Days have come to an end
Then there comes the storm
"I wanted to go out but the torrential rain is falling, when will this end?"
merMia
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A Perspective
ПоэзияThis is a compilation of my personal written poetry. No matter how emotionless you seem to everyone, eyes tend to tell them how you really feel. What was it that you saw, that it made you who you are today? Would you believe me that it's your point...
