It's raining outside,
The sky weeps.
Weather so malignant ,
Soaking the world.
It reflects my insides,
Letting the world see.
How do I live like this,
Drowning in drops so deep.
Waterfall from the sky,
Show the world how I feel.
Let loose the dams of heaven,
Hide my bourgeois tears.
Till the rain stops,
The sun will shine.
Dry up my feelings,
A skeleton parched of soul.
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Who is He?
PoetryA look inside my tattered mind. All of these are original poems written by me in various moods of my life.
