all my loneliness dropping like rain
all my sadness dripping like rain
again, this is nothing about anthologies
or who gets the Poet of the Month thing in any community magazine
this is rain outpouring
this is a form of therapy
on everyday malady
nothing about art or musing
when tomorrow rains again
i will be here..
when sunshine comes and flowers bloom in the field
when my beloved sings and sleeps with me in bed
why should i be here .. .?
or who gets the Poet of the Month thing in any community magazine
this is rain outpouring
this is a form of therapy
on everyday malady
nothing about art or musing
when tomorrow rains again
i will be here..
when sunshine comes and flowers bloom in the field
when my beloved sings and sleeps with me in bed
why should i be here .. .?
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