The rain's sounds
The rain talks out of my window,and some pieces of water offer caresses to the glass
Now my human side let my ears turn in a gate
between this Piquant sound and my effervescent heart
This sound let me wonder the flight
of one hundred butterflies struking in a stomach box
My spirit takes the bright of these drops of rain
and send them to the sky,
with the hopeness that this bright spots
can cover your night of stars,
created to you from me
Poetry by Mabel
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Written on 2010-09-21 at 01:54
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