We will walk lost in the absorption of ourĭifferent commonalities, holding the hands ofīoth of them equal in possession of round saucer eyes The seductive sun blinks in Manhattan windowed towers reflecting back on to our East River as golden blinks of nature Showers that come up so sudden, so roughened, but right now, Where Washington’s men escaped a British trapĪnd he can decode for me the whispery thunderous noises of The codes hidden in raindrops in a land of wheat No matter for he is learning a new language, He muses that it took five years for the other poets to understand our To keep a good man from doing good things that life provides as opportunities Sometimes I wish I could be the sun to your roses instead.įor the mountains of Brooklyn, the Manhattan caverns of Sunhenge^, corridors of narrow focus for trapping the declining sun rays, Whereas I'm transparent you can see right through me Though I doubt you'd ever see that strong shade of red. 'cause raindrops and roses live forever within the land.īut alone you smell sweet to all the nosesīut only my eyes are blind to your thorn's length. Like why we give away the things so highly in demand,Īnd even when ripped apart together we still band,
Like why we carry a torch so long that it goes and burns our hand,Īnd it seems like nothing in this world goes as plannedīut raindrops and roses live together within the land.īut take my droplets as the purest affection.īut I can keep pouring until we all drownīut roses are seasonal with only summer and spring. There's some things no one will ever understand Praying to assist you to become what you want to be,īut I'm banished when the skies turn blueĪre you hoping that I will continue raining? No longer do raindrops fall from the sky, The clouds dissipate as the sun takes over. It plays with the child and hums sweet tunesĪs it makes puddles in the traffic lanes. It brings forth calmness and a sense of peace. Ignored by many, precious to captivated few. It quenches the earth's thirst and hums in our ears, The light dances with raindrops for awhile. They hit the ground, the cars, the roofs, The people have left and taken their friends "Come watch us," they whisper before leaving. The clouds gather to watch the spectacle. They cause a splash and demand attention. Thought to be from an angel of a lost age. It brings nothing but sadness to the earth below It falls from dark clouds and gloomy air.
Depressed in its loneliness as it descends.
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