Wednesday 26 March 2014

Touch

I wouldn't be a star,
or a fresh flower,
but when I die,
I'd be rain shower.
Falling softly on your face,
and if you cry just in case,
in that way we'll win the race,
because no one would be
watching to your tear,
and me too will
touch you my dear.

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