Title: Rain
by Angie from Buckinghamshire | in writing, poetry
As the rain pours down,
Through this life that I've built,
Refreshing my mind,
And washing away all the guilt.
As the air starts to get cold,
I can see my own breath,
While i shiver to the bone,
and catch my death.
But I don't care at all,
I just carry on,
And when I open my eyes,
All of the rain has gone.
Life. Love. Death. Everyday experiences.
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