Photograph
I look into my photograph,
was blowing bubbles to the puff of air.
and offering the clouds some more,
they declined and blew them away.
I asked what fancied them,
they gave me a steam of rain.
I asked could we be friends,
They gave me a endless beautiful rain.
icozyquotes
i write poems and poems till poems and poems are poems as poems of poems
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