November Rain
Something to celebrate the raining season here in Grey City;
Raindrops trickling down lazily, pale fingers of lovers’ hands holding tight, spheres of colours by the window and rattling sound on the roofs, purple dawns releasing the scent of the grounds below, these and all that remind us once again of frail, shattered pieces of life words often forgotten — yet silence kept on remembering.
May you enjoy the season.
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Marisa - This is by far the best thing you have written and that I have had the pleasure to read. Brought back many memories of the rainy season in Jakarta and the power of your descriptive words one can only say “MARVELOUS”.
Not as extraordinaire as yours, but glad you liked it. Grazie.
Sometimes I just a click
The only evidence I am here is the tick
Come to your special space
Say nothing and leave without a trace
But I am in awe of what you write
Your life’s journal in the light
The words flow beautifully from your brain
Effortlessly like a Jakarta rain
I can Feel your lovers cry
Holding on so tight without question of why
And rain drops dance in the street
They dance to a lovers beat
The earth rises and embraces us like a mother
And the world is alive with splashes of color
That’s very nice, Patrick, thanks. Your sense of realism constantly blur the line between parody and life’s very own poetic simplicity.
I like the picture, really?! Especially the dropping droplets on the mirror.
Btw, have I told you that my blog is locked and only certain blogger can come and visit my blog? You are one of those?! I hope you don’t have any technical problem visiting my blog
Thanks, yonna. Should I just enter my WordPress.com username and password then?
woops, just realized that the picture is animated. haha.