n finger when it rains outside
drops of dew on my face
raindrops fall on tone of her skin
glistening to slides of my palm..
the night is long which never finds the day
but am not stopping this never ending play
she cries n groans in b/w
n she makes the beautiful voices of music......
img source: Taylor Hanson from blog After The Rain |
me playing guitar while it rains by d side of window... gazing @ d cries of sky.. dragging the smoke n making clouds around me ..... clouds that make me smile ;)
dated: 8:11 pm .. July 17th 2011.. Sunday
Jittus...this poem is you!... dynamic, sparkling, wicked, naughty (in a good way)!!
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thanks chechz.. :)
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