When I look at cloudsI feel as if they're like us When they're at peace and joy,They wear the happy colorsLike orange, red, and silver And when they're gloomy and sadBecause of holding so much inside them,They turn grey and black And when they can't hold their despair for long,They just fallFall in the form … Continue reading Clouds are like us!
You were like the smell of first rain,You faded away like it does when rain falls again and again! I still remember when we immersed ourselves in the pouring rain,Trying to forget our trauma and past pains. The smell of first rain has something to do with you,What it does, I still have no clue. … Continue reading The smell of first rain!