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Rain On Me
My well of muse has run dry
And I'm waiting for the rains to come
My head is aching from thought
My heart pounds like a tribal drum
Rainmaking rhythms hum busily
I lift my face to the cloudy sky
For quenching of a parched tongue
I'm thirsty for a new outpouring tonight
And I'm waiting for the rains to come
My head is aching from thought
My heart pounds like a tribal drum
Rainmaking rhythms hum busily
I lift my face to the cloudy sky
For quenching of a parched tongue
I'm thirsty for a new outpouring tonight
Published 8th Oct 2013
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8th Oct 2013 5:00pm
R u sure your muse has run dry?
sounds more like u r getting ready for another down pour....... :)
sounds more like u r getting ready for another down pour....... :)
8th Oct 2013 5:03pm
8th Oct 2013 7:02pm
8th Oct 2013 7:07pm
Anonymous
9th Oct 2013 2:41am
Good metaphors, its short but intense, with clear imagery.
9th Oct 2013 2:54am
