It’s raining again
and I only smile reminiscing
the past rainy days
that the heaven had sympathized
with a broken spirit.
Nobody knows if it will stay longer.
Or is it just the last teardrop
for the memories that should not even be remembered?
(The poem by Margaux)
NB: Nice to be expressed, to tell you what is not important anymore because there is no more important than you.
My desk, 5/30/2014
(pic copied from http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sNqReDXDfKM/UE0M0HNyO5I/AAAAAAAACG4/P3JnOo5jFzg/s1600/rainydaystroll.jpg)