Rain Opens Old Wound

Rain Opens Old Wound

Rain Opens Old Wound

Rain Opens Old Wound

Sent by : Nadila Putri Ramadhani

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I like rain…

He reminded me of him

He tied me to love

He dragged me at dusk

I don’t want to forget

The feeling in the red field is still left

Imagined to the west the taste depends

With the rain the feeling fused

(Also read other poem at : Heart is Waiting in Long Distance)

Rain this time is so different

Different because at the end of the night

Lonely gripping boredom

Playing sleepiness blinds the eyes

(Also read other article at : Meaning and Kind of Cloud) read more