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Jul 21
poem 1 comment challenge: Love
Graceful

Last Night in the Rain

I could not see
But I could hear, 
It was too dark 
Not even the moon could lookout.
The rain poured 
Each drop shattered on my head,
Soaking me and chilling me,
Making me feel alone.
I look up through the rain,
Hoping maybe the moon came out
To accompany me.
I would cry but the storm has
Already made me wet enough.
Just when I thought I was forever alone
I heard footsteps 
Through the downpour
And then I felt your warm hand in mine.

 
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Posted: 07.21.19
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  1. ShanRippWriting
    Jul 23, 2019

    I love the line "Not even the moon could lookout." It's so unique and clever. This whole poem has a touch of bittersweetness to it, and it works really well with the language in it.

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