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Song of the Rain
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thickend red drips dried on the cement,
rusty cuffs will wake my wounds after a night sleep
with every tear drop I sow a seed filled with hope
unlike soil, nothing grow on my pillow
some sleepless night ends with,
me hugging my knees
I do what the cuffs do.
peeling off the dry skin from my ankle,
and I listen to the rain on my metal roof
wind control the volume and vapour in my cote
fill in of thunder screening shady shows to the wall
I crawled inside my wings to cover my naked body, shivering
sitting on the black feathers
It's my vip pass to the show
my breathe keep it a little warm inside
I look at dancing shadows through the feathers
listening to the rain
then comes the verse
played by the drops at the edge of the roof
wind will blow a background harmony
conducting music to trees
leaves and branches play their solos
then the crickets join in, then the frogs,
special features by wolves and owls
it is my window of satisfaction
I feel refreshed, I feel calm, I feel empty...
then the alarms of crows
the rooster, final act of my show
I don't want the sun to rise
I cant bear the torrid air
comes from the iron grill above
I love the night
I love the rain
I await your visit
bring me a
new song
.
thickend red drips dried on the cement,
rusty cuffs will wake my wounds after a night sleep
with every tear drop I sow a seed filled with hope
unlike soil, nothing grow on my pillow
some sleepless night ends with,
me hugging my knees
I do what the cuffs do.
peeling off the dry skin from my ankle,
and I listen to the rain on my metal roof
wind control the volume and vapour in my cote
fill in of thunder screening shady shows to the wall
I crawled inside my wings to cover my naked body, shivering
sitting on the black feathers
It's my vip pass to the show
my breathe keep it a little warm inside
I look at dancing shadows through the feathers
listening to the rain
then comes the verse
played by the drops at the edge of the roof
wind will blow a background harmony
conducting music to trees
leaves and branches play their solos
then the crickets join in, then the frogs,
special features by wolves and owls
it is my window of satisfaction
I feel refreshed, I feel calm, I feel empty...
then the alarms of crows
the rooster, final act of my show
I don't want the sun to rise
I cant bear the torrid air
comes from the iron grill above
I love the night
I love the rain
I await your visit
bring me a
new song
.
Published 18th Oct 2015
| Edited 19th Feb 2017
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Anonymous
19th Oct 2015 5:07am
Dejure. . .read this piece offline. . .there's just something about the night rain. . .I'm not a sunny girl so therefore I can relate. . .Excellent, as well as, cleverly penned. . .Devlin.
Anonymous
18th Feb 2016 6:01am
A carrier of such haunting dis-pleasure.
You spear me with your enigmatic essence.
I feel fires and twisting things inside.
Extracting one.
You spear me with your enigmatic essence.
I feel fires and twisting things inside.
Extracting one.
21st Feb 2016 10:09am
