The wind caresses me
A hundred loving touches wiping your tears,
Your tears, my tears, the tear from the sky
All melt together,
When it rains…..
The green trees sway
And the yellow ones get buried under rain drops,
All in the beats of my singing of a sad song,
To the unity of nature and man’s nature
When it rains…..
The sound of the rain
And the sound of cracking of my heart
Mix together for they are not the same at all.
The sky gets dark though,
When it rains…..
Good effort. Maybe you improve your poetry by using rhyming a little.
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Rhyming. Yes, I use it occasionally.
But, I prefer my poems, without a rhyming scheme, free verse
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