If one could cry like the rain in the coldest night,
If the rain could wash away all one's fear and burden,
All one's worries and responsibilities,
If the rain could take away all one's joy and sorrow,
All one's loves and desire,
If only the sky could talk and answers all the mysteries,
Then let's walk in the rain and cry one's heart out.
- A Friday's rain
Friday, August 12, 2011
rain rain rain
f o o t p r i n t s o f b u n n y JeNz at 7:09 AM
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