I Write Poetry Walk outside into the rain, The drip drop beating faster than my heart, Drip drop, Will it take away the pain? Will I be left in the dark? The wind on my face should make me feel alive, Refresh me, wind, Remind me that I survive.This is a truncated preview of the original post. Press here to view the full post. Post Comment Receive notifications Add a comment...
· Reply · Translate · Sep 15, 2019 
