Walking in the mist of the pouring rain,
Wanting to hear all of it again.
All the sounds, and noises heard in life.
Including the yelling and screaming of a strife.
Remembering screams of happiness from her childhood.
She would give everything if she could,
To hear all of those things once more.
Standing in the shower in the elegant dress she wore,
Tears of remembrance fall from cheek to chin.
Feeling the wind blow past her skin,
Wishing that all the pain would stop,
As she stands there in a puddle of raindrops.
Author notes
Picture being credit - by: Ruven Afanador
Beautiful picture is - http://eaesthete.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/nordstromsas4-thumb.jpg
The thing about the picture that inspired me most was that when I looked at it the girl was beautiful. She was pale wearing an eloquent dress and her hair looked like it was being blown by the wind and yet when I looked at it I was reminded of a silent movie. So from the silent movie idea and the raindrops painted on the wall I thought of a deaf person and how they might be feeling. So I thought I'd just let you know that. And I hope you enjoyed reading the poem. ^^
Definition:
strife - bitter conflict
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I like that picture. ^^ *starts to think of ideas*
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kay good; me too
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Hopefully my poem goes well with that picture though. ^^"
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do your best; there is no rush.
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True true. I just have nothing better to do.
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fashion? or no?
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Give me anything, I'll think my hardest. ^^
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