MeetingA Poem by BetanuZweiIt was raining. I remember the smell of the rain And the drip on the pavement. The window must have been open. You held my hands, Like a child's, In each of yours, And lifted them to your mouth, Staring, glaring back at me. For my part I looked at the floor. The only thing I trusted. © 2011 BetanuZwei |
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Added on February 1, 2011 Last Updated on February 1, 2011 AuthorBetanuZweiUnited KingdomAboutMy name is Beth, though Bet or Betanu are also fine. I have written online before using my pseudonym/alter-ego Brian. He has a facebook fanpage and everything ;) To save you wasting your time read.. more..Writing
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