Rain has washed away all colors
And painted the city wet
Mud has spoken to my shoes
And moist is the air in my head
Tears are marrying rain drops
Sleep has divorced my eyes red
Sadness wore grey raincoat
Joy took shelter under my bed
All my poems are cold now
Cuddled up all behind my old books
I am all alone out here
Waiting for Sun’s warm looks.
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