• rayiie 5w


    On the days of rain,
    I look for a familiar shelter,
    Something to call home
    An old beloved book,
    A hot cup of tea,
    A movie I have watched a 100 times,
    Some old photo albums,
    Some songs on the radio,
    An old t- shirt with holes,
    The smell of wet land,
    Maybe the old version of me
    that has dreams in eyes,
    Smile on lips,
    jump in her strides
    and love in heart.