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April Rain

On a smokegrey cloudy day,

As i walking towards home.

Slowly and gently the rain starts to fall.

I stretch my hands out to feel the tiny raindrops.

They vanish as soon as they reach my hand,

But it tickles on the surface of my skin

and leaving a moisturing trace.

Like a pause from that surrounding chaos in life.

A feeling that 's makes me feel sane.




Övriga genrer av Melancolinius
Läst 152 gånger
Publicerad 2016-04-06 12:40



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