IT CALLS ME AGAIN AND AGAIN

poem#1 It Calls Me Again and Again The warmth of the rain cools me downMy soul, still aliveThe raindrops scratches through the frosted glassVoice of mist survive The fog collects on the pane, as I sighO’ see the grass green o’er the lawnI feel the solitude of the twilight moonSense the freshness of the fallingContinue reading “IT CALLS ME AGAIN AND AGAIN”

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