looking at the rain ,my life feels like a moving train,
it makes life still , yet add the pace ,
it fills my whole life ,yet open some space,
i see the way of my life sitting in the compartment of thoughts,
the momnets of life pass by like cities i am crossing on the journey,
it gives the hug that i always wished ,it gives the kiss like have never been kissed ,
it occupies me like i have never missed , it rains , it drains ,
and when the journey ends i am still sitting but the outside world has changed ,
the world of thoughts , and i pic up the bag of thoughts and get back to my work
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