I see heavy rains…
In these puddles I see…
Reflections of my misery…
Yet in the background…
The frowns…
Ever so present…
Ever so resound…
Take much of my days…
Till this day…
All seems strange…
All of a sudden rains go away…
But puddles remain…
Past pieces of memories…
Palm deep and dirty to the touch…
But for once…
The reflections change…
I see smiles…
I see love…
Silent Scholar 