whispers of the wind
my poetry and other pieces of imagination.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
september rain
guitar strums
violin comes into play
heart heavy
the feeling never goes away
so now i walk, alone in the rain
watch the drops fall
make music on the streets
this is where, the screen fades
as i walk, a silhouet in the september rain
- rome
* future song.
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