This is the poetry I wrote while tears relentlessly fell from my eyes
The same poetry which kept me thinking about my love as the rain fell from the skies...
Perhaps it spells our sweetest goodbies
Perhaps it'll end my perpetual cries
And yes, This poetry is a tragedy of smiles
Written by a genuine Pluviophile
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PLUVIOPHILE
PoetryThe tragic writer has written her epic poetry in sand, Then she filled her ink with tears which the sun had dried... Alla's, When he finally came It was the dessert he'd found
