Rainstorms of rhymes
echo in mind.
They tickle senses
giving steps momentum.
They whisper in ears
to dance with umbrella closed.
Rainstorms of Rhythms
open consciousness.
They launch dreams that vibrate
behind thunderous clouds.
And when music ceases,
to radiate in cells for new starts
a gift appears-
A Rainbow Heart.
StarBG © 2017
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 10:15 AM UTC
Rainstorms of rhymes
echo in mind.
They tickle senses
giving steps momentum.
They whisper in ears
to dance with umbrella closed.
Rainstorms of Rhythms
open consciousness.
They launch dreams that vibrate
behind thunderous clouds.
And when music ceases,
to radiate in cells for new starts
a gift appears-
A Rainbow Heart.
StarBG © 2017
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