Let the rain splash incessantly,
And wash away with its flow;
These pangs of sorrow that linger,
Resting upon my brow;
Let it splatter upon the furrowed skin,
And bestrew these lines of grief;
Drenched by the ceaseless bout of tears;
Flared, deepened chasms tho’ brief;
Let it flood the rivulet bellies,
And in their swell, shall sink the trunks;
Unto the level of beveled apices;
Therein swims the dense foliage,
Whereas the flowery beds flare their cleavage,
To gulp and slake a longing thirst;
Let it not surrender to the biffs of the gust,
Let it pour me a life full of lust,
Let it cleanse the haze over my eye,
And indulge me into dreaming;
Daydreaming - Once Again!
Categories:
apices, absence, deep, desire, imagery,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Love has
shape. The shape of a
heart which cares and feels
the woe, sorrow, and pain
of lonely souls. Love has
two- curved apices and
a pointed base that
that never will
hurt. See
This I
did
Categories:
apices, love,
Form: Shape