Bad Weather
A raining morning let it rain
I feel the autumn and it’s vain
I see in puddles own face
I taste the tears of lonely days
They show me power of disdain.
The sky is crying out it’s gray
The clouds can’t go far-far away
It seems the cheerful sun is dead
And mourning stranger goes ahead
He's greeting mask of rainy day.
And everything will be all right
And maybe I don’t have to fight
And maybe it is not too late
To say “I love” rejecting Fate
AND SKY IS GOING TO BE BRIGHT!!!
Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2017
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