Sunday, June 26, 2011

now that the time for writing has come

last night
with myself on a scooter and the rain all over me
and my thirsty tongue pointing towards the sky
the rain and i
we made a beautiful poem

on my tongue it tasted
wet and sweet

i've forgotten it now
but i hope the rain still remembers.
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8 comments:

  1. AnonymousJune 26, 2011 at 10:20 AM

    :)
    i can just imagine how this must have felt.
    sadly,
    if only i could 'actually' feel how it felt.
    because i know you would never fake it

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  2. PrayashJune 28, 2011 at 6:07 AM

    how can the rain possibly forget?

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  3. amandaJune 29, 2011 at 4:52 AM

    the rain and I
    we made a beautiful poem

    Wow. That's all I've got, Wow.

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  4. jhusilikiraJune 29, 2011 at 8:01 PM

    thanks...heheh. but that's exactly how it happened.

    :)

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  5. visionJuly 4, 2011 at 11:03 AM

    its so beautiful and when i imagined myself in the rain my hert was happie :)

    and the rain will never forget it... :)

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  6. jhusilikiraJuly 4, 2011 at 1:58 PM

    :)

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  7. SumanNovember 17, 2011 at 9:51 AM

    nice

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  8. jhusilikiraNovember 17, 2011 at 5:45 PM

    thank you

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