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.

8 comments:

  1. :)
    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. how can the rain possibly forget?

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  3. the rain and I
    we made a beautiful poem

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

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

    :)

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  5. 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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