You were like the sudden rain, caught me when I was aimlessly wandering around,
Where could I go? Where to hide? There was no any shelter I found.
Finally I decided to enjoy the rain,
When sun would shine my skin would be dry again.
Oh friend! I still can't cage the beauty of the rain in my words
When the raindrops were trickling down my lips and drenching my soul;
Exactly like a paintbrush, splotched with bright colors and gliding on canvas,
Promising it will make something that will be exhibited in the eternity's museum.
Finally rain stopped, now sun is coming out of the clouds.
My skin is gonna be dry again, but why am I so afraid?
Oh friend! I'm in love with rain, another dumb stupid boy I'm.
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lutalica [2018]
PoetryLutalica, (n) the part of your identity that doesn't fit into categories. Only word that perfectly defines me. Here, I am presenting a tapestry of poetry that I embroidered with the thread of metaphor.
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