12 April, 2011

My winter.

Warm inside, inspired by the rain.
In this imperfect season,
It's you who tells the pain,
Providing all the misery,
With every day of rain,

Like a bloom that needs it,
But greedy, craving more,
Face up, smiling at the clouds,
Drenched by the downpour,

Overhead a dark bright sky,
The colours tell your story,
Through the grey stifling air,
Dance carelessly in your glory.


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