Nov 2019
The heavy rain, there is no stopping it,
Looking grim and messy,
But while the furries are prepared,
Then there's me, shivering.
I wore my linen clothes, too thin,
I laid on the floor, too cold,
But I'm not going anywhere,
Because the heavy rain will stop,
Eventually.
Looking grim and messy,
But while the furries are prepared,
Then there's me, shivering.
I wore my linen clothes, too thin,
I laid on the floor, too cold,
But I'm not going anywhere,
Because the heavy rain will stop,
Eventually.
This poem is written for those who wanted to free themselves from their past. Don't go anywhere and be yourself. They will pass.
