Drop after drop, stinging rain falling upon my heart.
Piercing like a sharp needle.
But Alas! My heart isn't bleeding.
The gentle breeze followed by the rain is consoling my weeping soul.
I can see the unknown me through the reflection of rainwater.
This me wants nothing expect freedom.
Freedom from desire, from pain.
The way to eternal peace.
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Author:
Lara (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My poems arise from the blend of my emotion and experience of a particular moment mostly. I love to note my feelings through poem. Hope you will like it. Thank you.
- Category: Nature
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