Oh rain!
Fall on my riddles
Where i go i see no path bain
Getting far away from me are my life's tiddles
Oh rain!
My soul dies with bitterness everyday
And it is me who feeels the pain
Wash it so tranquility may find space to stay someday
Oh rain
Chase my fog away and find me a way
To undress and blow my sorrows so they wind around any chain
To let me fly so i may even in May
Oh rain! Gather your drops
To join my broken then cease to allure sunshine to befall on my crops.
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 3:41 PM UTC
Oh rain!
Fall on my riddles
Where i go i see no path bain
Getting far away from me are my life's tiddles
Oh rain!
My soul dies with bitterness everyday
And it is me who feeels the pain
Wash it so tranquility may find space to stay someday
Oh rain
Chase my fog away and find me a way
To undress and blow my sorrows so they wind around any chain
To let me fly so i may even in May
Oh rain! Gather your drops
To join my broken then cease to allure sunshine to befall on my crops.
By Veronicah Orina
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