She cries before
a life so sad.
Maybe, she is going to get mad,
'cos she can't bear her pain anymore.
She's one with the rain.
Her spirit feels so old,
and joy is a myth never sold.
She kisses days spent in vain.
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A great poem soaked with beautiful rhyming and nice imageries. Some times rainy skies fail to render, still one has to deliver, one has to strive further. Being nostalgic helps at times. Thanks poet for the nicely crafted poem. 10+++for it. Regards. Subhas