sky going wavy,clouds coming grey,
mind growing heavy,thoughts comfortably astray,
try standing melancholy,when darkness cuts thru day,
god's tears rechristened,as the heavens bestow thier spray,
unwitting silence,restructured train of thought ,
could not escape confinement,by the showers ye are surely caught,
give up on thinking,ideas flow free on spot,
leave it to the rainman above,to twist faucets as destiny has wrought!!!!
GREETINGS RHYMONSTER
GUYS THERE R LINKS NOW ....CHECK EM OUT ..WOO HOOOO
3 comments:
Its raining dawgs......halelujaaah....
Halelujaah!......Praise He, the Lord....Praise He, the Lord....
I agree urs r on a different vein;
except for the ones on the rain,
Do u call them Vain????????????
They are as sweet as the sugarcane!
Salute to the Rhymonster(s)!
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