Then the rain stopped..
So did she,
She wiped her eyes,
Looked at the soaked paper,
Stood up.. And left!
Category: Sad
I am Thought, Poetry by Sidney Krausz
Sitting here in confusion of what I really am
I pretend to know of what I am when I simply do not see
One always says I am thinking
All they need to say is I am thought
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