Foolish woman, trying to drown her distress,
She ambles down rainy streets alone;
Weary, she grapples with her loneliness,
Poor thing! she'll return drenched to the bone
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Nicely done and far reaching. The world of Poetry is limitless and you have captured some of it, beautifully, in this lovely poem.
Poetry is always our alter ego. In songs we can find everything that can not be seen on the poet's face. The poem reveals his split, opens his soul. Bravo Lora.