❝tapping on the hood
of this wasted house called home,
creating paths
down the window,
droplets of rain
dance with eachother.
and somehow they remind me of us
how you used to race,
how i used to fall,
how we did this
like droplets of rain,
fast, and until the end
of our time.❞
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Book of Poems ✓
कविता❝ in which a girl writes down all that her heart desires. ❞ © by opulens 2014.-2017. all rights reserved. (lower case intended)
