A storm broke out on my way home,
It was salty.
My eyes was hit by it as well,
Too swollen and red to open fully,
I walked half lidded.
I stick hard to the more sheltered path
Avoiding watchful eyes on the streets
The sky was dry tonight
But I felt hot raindrops
Beating on my cheeks
A storm broke out on my way home,
It was bitter.
- thx ivan for keeping this for me
Labels: Poetry
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