Rain
I used to see it rain very often,
invisible raindrops falling on my roof.
An empty shape standing by the window,
counting the raindrops and gambling where they would fall.
Sometimes it stopped raining,
then birds started to hiss.
I loved the sound of nature
and other things i often miss.
Everything is gone,
i can't hold on.
I can't...
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| Auteur: Weltschmerz | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 20 april 2008 | ||
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