Monday, 24 February 2014

Poem: Morning's Rain

I couldn't bear,
More than a shoulder,
Heavier than it looks,
Please put me in ease,
I've reached my limit.

Part of my soul is morning,
With hopes, white and tranquility,
Then it changed,
Part of my soul is night,
With fears, dark and calamity,

What is a poem to make a poem?
There is a spell to make a word,
Where is a piece of life to complete the life?
There is a road still not taken,
I'm so done.

Show me the way.

(Catcity, 24214, #Mondaymorningrainisfalling)

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