I am her little secret
she hides me in her mind
and meets me in her dreams
where we skip once upon a time
I fall to the ground
she invites me inside her home
I stumble in as the cloud rumbles
only for it to rain inside her home
The air is drowning we can see
but we hold each other’s hands
Isn’t that how we’re supposed to be?
Loved it and shared it here http://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/09/08/it-rained-inside-rahul-gaur/
Also, i can include a bio if you like. Either send to soulcollective67@gmail.com or point me in the right direction on your blog.
Thank you Jeanne. I think the poetry can do its work by itself. My experience won’t add much I suppose.
This is really beautiful ☺
Thank you Shruba 😊
Yup! Sounds perfect to me… keep holding on!
For sure!
really beautiful words and thoughts.
Thank you 🙂
Oh so beautiful! 😊
Thank you!