When the wind whispers to the moon,
That I shall blow the clouds over,
To make you dissappear very soon.
And out came, out came the monsoon.
Pellet after pellet drenched,
Before the rivers got quenched.
And out trickled sunlight once again.
Shaping the rainbow out the rain.
But never blame the rainbow for the rain,
& learn to forget memories that cause you pain.
The last whispered wish of age,
Is to live it all yet again.
That I shall blow the clouds over,
To make you dissappear very soon.
And out came, out came the monsoon.
Pellet after pellet drenched,
Before the rivers got quenched.
And out trickled sunlight once again.
Shaping the rainbow out the rain.
But never blame the rainbow for the rain,
& learn to forget memories that cause you pain.
The last whispered wish of age,
Is to live it all yet again.
Mansoon....Rain,
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Scorching heat...
The Khartoum feat,
Dust of desert..
Blowing my heart..
Rain..Rain...
Come here soon...
i thought I could freeze you
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but little did i know
like a raindrop you'd dissapear
into the vast labryinth of asthenosphere
reminds of rainy days...wish the days are bck:-)
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and all that followed
was a thunderstorm of joy
that thwarted destiny's ploy
& miss melancholy says goodbye :)
too much poetry overflowin!!!!!!!!!!
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