With her I can feel the rain.... some times she herself becomes the rain.


HOW RAIN STOPPED

I am your
umbrella and
you are my
rain

It rained
when you
came beneath
the tree....

Firstly the
tree
rained
you walked
away with
umbrella.....

Then the
umbrella
rained

when you
closed it
rain stopped
sun raised.




Poetry by anoop.m.r
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Written on 2008-03-07 at 03:45

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