To pray or long for rain,
so that I can meet the stranger
under the cover of trees,
knowing we only meet in such circumstances.
As the rain stops,
The loneliness returns,
With sunshine to others,
Sorrow and fog reigns upon my thoughts.
Because I long for the rain,
I long for the stranger who fills my void.
Work, school, projects, I do all this,
to move on, to distract myself.
Because I know I miss her,
But the days move on.
And I cannot expect her to wait for me.
We are of different worlds, different ages.
But was it truly just an emotion of season?
Just a whipping memory that fades with the rain?
Memories arise with questions,
of the stranger which I never asked the name of.
She who looked lost and lonely,
Stuck in time
Yet started the arms of my clock.
Does she remember me?
Or has my face faded with the rain?
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Author:
Ghoast (
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- Category: Reflection
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Well written, your poem reflects on the impact of a fleeting encounter with a stranger that leaves a lasting impression, highlighting the contrast between moments of connection and the return to solitude.
Oaky thanks Im new on writing and appreciate your feedback 🙇♂️
Great A.I feedback !
I remember that anime, school teacher and student, I think it was.
Yah it's where I got the inspiration
A poem of wondering if one remembers them. Well written and carrying a sad overtone
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