Rain chills,
A soft coat
Empty mugs,
Broken toasts
All was left,
Piece of cloth;
Stained with tears,
lost hopes.
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Unsung Serenades
Poetry"May these words come to life and find their way home- May they find their way to you." Highest Rank: #6 in Poetry In September of 1997, a shivering kiss from the rain's breeze awakened John's soul to write. Words are drawn out in the abyss of truth...
