The rain comes ......
soft and gentle....
a fly away rain....
I wander amongst the
shining puddles. ...
floating in a world
of their own. ...
showing images of me
blurred..and rippled
the inside .......reflections
that I never see......
I walk through. ....
never looking back....
nonchalant. .....
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Wanderings
PoetryWanderings of the mind and soul....a journey of self discovery... finding love,heartbreak,happiness and above all life....
