It's raining in my heart,
It's raining in my blood.
The crowd of cloud is taking
Away my gloomy doubts shaking
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Optimism.....Impressive....It's raining to bring a fresh moon....... that spirit soaks all pain of a dreaded wait for the bright moon...
A lovely poem, blood is raining. You have portrayed the painful bleeding of Gaza. Loved the way you presented this poem.
After the blood comes the fresh morn! That is the exact symbology found in the depths of Christianity!
You have expressed the pain of war well. It is raining in my heart just seeing the TV news, yet there is so much more sadness to see.
Feelings about the ongoing trend like you wrote prison of Gaza seems to me on the same path you flowed, agony of blood shed, killings, worried about them is saintly so well done peace be upon u thank s
A lovely short poem. When it rains the acidity and harmful gases are dissolved in water and afterwards there are showers of pure water.
A lovely thought with a hope for a new morning clearing all the dirt of hatred and scorn. Thanks for sharing