Did You Say The Weather Is Not Fine?

i didn't know really that it is always raining.
most of my time is spent inside my room.
inside my self. inside the marrow of my bones.

i do not like the rain. Or any news of it.
I do not go outside, i may meet the rain and
i told you
i do not like any rain, or any sound of the rain.

i am inside myself. And there is no rain anymore.
and of course, the weather is always fine
deep inside this miniature world of fine weathers
that i make myself.

just fine. and too small for any kind of rain.
clouds don't fit in here.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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