Meet me in the rain.
Among the city lights.
The street reflecting vibrance like a mirror.
Meet me while it pours.
Our hair becoming drenched.
The puddles soak the socks upon our feet.
Meet me on the sidewalk.
When the day is gone.
Most everyone asleep within their beds.
Meet after midnight.
I’ll be waiting there.
Standing on the streetside while it rains.
when silence becomes audible
The Astronomical Poet
A Little Writing Workshop of Horrors.
A place where words come alive
All great things start with a DREAM !!! To dream is to fly on the wings of fantasy !!
poetic ponderings...parenting...procrastination...
"free-verse" poetry from the soul
Francina & Guests
A dwelling for poetry, stories, and more. Creativity is its decoration.
The official blog of Lucy Gan
From soul to soul
See the world through the eyes of another
An author of poetry, short stories, creative writing, daydreams, and starry thoughts.
Lovely. Descriptive in a dreamy way.
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Thank you J! I really appreciate the feedback ❤
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