pitter patter
a slight drizzle
of rain taps
quietly outside
the rhythm
of a infinite cycle
of life
the desolate terrain
echoes the 12am wind
blowing like dust
the wind is like thread
weaving love's lust
amongst the trees
the clouds are cloth
embedded symphonies
languages threaded within
torrents of rain
like empty bullets
inflict pain unceasing
lightning strikes
the earth opens
like the gates of heaven
heaven is amongst my eyes
i must be blinded
cries of lost souls
inaudible by the tapping of rain.
(b.d.s.)
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC
pitter patter
a slight drizzle
of rain taps
quietly outside
the rhythm
of a infinite cycle
of life
the desolate terrain
echoes the 12am wind
blowing like dust
the wind is like thread
weaving love's lust
amongst the trees
the clouds are cloth
embedded symphonies
languages threaded within
torrents of rain
like empty bullets
inflict pain unceasing
lightning strikes
the earth opens
like the gates of heaven
heaven is amongst my eyes
i must be blinded
cries of lost souls
inaudible by the tapping of rain.
(b.d.s.)
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