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“It's me, no, it's not autumn rain.
I fall on your window pane.
I transform to a mild rain
to reach the lane,
where you stand and wait.
Come out, don't fear to get wet.
It's me, no, it's not autumn rain.
I arrive at your place day by day.
I fall from the sky to say,
'it’s me on your way.''

Love and nostalgia “rain” in this short poem to let the reader touch the raindrops that are not cold but warm.

Book Description
Every poem is my inner monologue that I try to share with you, my dear readers. I know how to make a vivid salad with words that can be aromatic, but bittersweet as well. You can taste it and feel what I felt when the drops of my ink dripped on the paper. These words are not just words, as they are eyes that look at you and tongues that talk to you through the deep caves of my soul. My poems are woven with metaphors, allegorical expressions, poetic descriptions and philosophical thoughts.