When the stormy clouds thunder,
Over the starry blues,
And the forlorn gloomer,
Gently whines in rainy weeps.
Every drop falling down,
Has its own telltale,
And a thousands of sad faces,
Are ready to wail.
I cannot see the whole world,
Just listen to the soft rain sounds,
For every tale is curled!♡
Anu♡
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PoetryAlways stories are not just enough to fill the pain and sadness u have, poetry soothes it up and gives it an unique enhancement.... so come with me to reflect ur memories, love and life through words♡♡
