When the rain stops
and you run out of rhyme,
your heart slows down,
with the tinkering chimes,
and all you wish,
is just to hold time,
a little longer.
When the rain stops
and you run out of rhyme,
your heart slows down,
with the tinkering chimes,
and all you wish,
is just to hold time,
a little longer.
I am a dreamer and a writer who loves to ponder on the words of the soul.