BlogHide Resteemsthebrownhermit (25)in poetry • 7 years agoLove so real!thebrownhermit (25)in poetry • 7 years agoMissing Her....Every time I smell a rain, I wish she was with me. Blushing at my naughtiness, Walking by the sea. Wins and glories feel so bland Without her by my side. I wish she could just hold my hand…