Monthly Archives: December 2005

Karim Rookwood

The rain was pouring down on us He had no jacket, silly him, So I took out my umbrella Shielded him and held his hand. Pitter, Patter, Pitter, Patter, The bus came We went onto the 436 hesitant. It wasn’t the weather That brought our momentous happiness to a standstill. Pitter, Patter, Pitter, Patter, We …

December 10, 2005 – 6:44 pm | By Li | Posted in Poetry | View Comments