Poesies

Some rhyming like those in kindergarten, Some unrhymed like chaotic clouds, Some with the immaturity of a teenager, Some with the innocence of a tyke

Wednesday, September 09, 2020

Come!

It's raining right now
Just the way you like it

The heavens are drenching
The path to my home

You can see the vapors rise
As the light falls on the street

Raindrops slide down the leaves
As a stray breeze caresses the tree

The sounds of the monsoon outside
And my erratic heartbeat within

The stage is set for your arrival
Come, let a new story begin

Posted by Pallavi Sharma at 8:40 AM

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