Things We Lost In The Rain (brain Storm)

Things We Lost In The Rain (brain Storm) short poem

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I know I have to hurry to catch the morning train
although I train my mind to forget, I still feel the pain of the things we lost in the rain.
You know you don’t have to worry about the money constraints,
restrain your mind, of thoughts that remind  you of the pain, of the things we lost in the rain.
I have seen you smile and I have seen you cry, caused you pain
and brought you joy as you remember the things we lost in the rain.
You have seen me in your dreams and you have seen me in your nightmares
caused me infelicity and brought me pleasures as I remember the things we lost in the rain.
I was washed away woefully emotionally and physically so easily
but you will never forget the things we lost in the rain.
You were swashed away violently, hopelessly and totally so greasily
but I will never forget the things we lost in the rain.

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I am an easy going person who loves poetry and music,love making new friends and experiencing different cultures and I respect people's decisions and emotions as long as they respect mine am an african and i believe everything i can,i am yearning,learning and earning knowledge in search of peace and wisdom and when i write is when i feel alright.This poems and pages are dedicated to my family, friends, and anyone that appreciates life's joys. I hope these pages make you smile, reminisce, and perhaps shed a tear.
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