Rain knocks at my door
Your voice knocks at my ear
I plait a crown of your accents
Rain pours out
My umbrella your breast
Marsh pulls me
I cling to your voice
Cold covers me
Your voice warms me
Rain knocks at my door.
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Nada
NICE PIECE
I LOVED IT
short and sweet,good poem
Ron
ron parrish
metaphor and pictography is there .. the affect of this poem is very dramatic..and it seems like a short poetic story.. really a sweet poem ... loved it and read few time and enjoyed alot...well done