as we hold on to each other
while our hands are tightly together
we cried, then we smiled and laughed
when the rain seemed to stop
He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....
Even If The Rain Won't Stop
as we hold on to each other
while our hands are tightly together
we cried, then we smiled and laughed
when the rain seemed to stop
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