Jan 2016
Clouds fill the sky with thoughts and feelings,
Young and naive, our tongues anticipate the taste.
Rain descends like grains of sand,
in a heart shaped hourglass.
Water droplets across the face of innocence,
Toes drowning in puddles of disbelief.
Life's blessing is fate's curse.
Young and naive, our tongues anticipate the taste.
Rain descends like grains of sand,
in a heart shaped hourglass.
Water droplets across the face of innocence,
Toes drowning in puddles of disbelief.
Life's blessing is fate's curse.
I wanted to write something. I know it has been a while. I hope to contribute more this year.
