Tuesday, August 3, 2010

morning drizzzles,
thy palms gather droplet,
sun sizzles behind the scarlet,
purple from thy palm, trickles down the earth,
it must come with a promise of birth.

here i'm waiting,
here's my palm.
oh it's raining ,
but the drops never come.
let me cry, admist the rain,
"why am i dry?"

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