Drip.
I hear, I hear it.
That water is fallen.
Like the tears on her pale eyes.
Drip.
I see, I see it.
That water is fallen.
It looks like the sky is crying.
Drip.
Can you hear it? Can you hear it, dear?
That water is fallen.
Becomes the music of death.
Drip.
Can you see it? Can you see it, dear?
That water is fallen.
It looks like the tears of mine.
Drip.
Once again, once again it dripped.
That water is fallen.
It's rainy, again.
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by : scarlet nightray
10 Maret 2011
5
- j o u r n e y -: Poetry : It's Rainy, Again
Drip. I hear, I hear it. That water is fallen. Like the tears on her pale eyes. Drip. I see, I see it. That water is fallen. It lo...
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