Thursday, July 14, 2022

Fall in the dreams

Poems rained,  

Even in the shining summer,

Like the rays beamed to shine,

Like your expressions tearing-

My soft places.

To know you in my midnight dreams,

Everyday, it rained lyrics of your songs,

Flowing to the veins of my strings,

Resonated in my violin strings,

That’s my song baby. That’s my song. 

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