Sharing Our Innermost Thoughts

It’s raining,
I went for a walk,
The path was narrow,
Trees,
Flowing
Streamlet of all melted pain.
In the smoke of my cigarette,
I was able to enjoy her
reminiscences
for a brief period
before
they ceased to exist.
Raindrops drown her memories,
but not from my
heart and soul.
In my hellfire’s torrent,
she dances!