May 2016
The ceaseless rain echoes so loud,
and hides the words I can't say aloud,
words that feel heavy, on my eloquent tongue,
as my heart beats out poems, and demands they be sung.
and hides the words I can't say aloud,
words that feel heavy, on my eloquent tongue,
as my heart beats out poems, and demands they be sung.
(New Zealand)
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