Poems from ngopes

My life's trembling, like gun shots piercing, through the empty house. With half-lost and bewildered, I was like warped tin and broken...
Rain pours outside,on the trees,The droplets drips from the leaves,on the sidewalk.The Caterpillar,creeps along the wet low wall,gently...
It's another day again, I have a meeting everymorning I have give my report from other day what you have completed since the last meeting...
It is little past noon, Roads are quite, except for few cars passing hums my ears, sun from cloudless sky, A thin air blows through, trees...
She wore a low neckline,  Black Short jersey with,  short sleeves circle skirt, just above her knees. Her right hand fidgeted with her...

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