The sky went gray
Through the window,
A watch, a constant
Watch for freedom.
The gusts of wind
Embalming my face,
The drizzle of rain
Drenched with my
Memories. The monsoon
Showers, falling
Incessantly now like
Drops of tears with
Happiness of meeting,
Uniting with her love.
I want to cry like
The sky tonight,
I want to cry with
The sky.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Tears of Happiness
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3 Comment:
nice idea
but mabbe could've been expressed better. mabbe
good though
Pretty cool poem...
i liked it..
"crying with the sky" part actually reminded me of a cousin of mine.. she was about to be married.. brides are always suppose to look good.. bt she was feeling very nervous abt it.. she was jst tellin me tht she wished she were dancin in the rain so tht ppl wont see her cry.. the thought got stuck to me.. i was 8, then!
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