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)