The Rain Story
Every drop out there has a story to tell
And i think they are telling mine
The story of my rage...
As i see through these new eyes
Eyes of anger,
Eyes of hate,
Eyes of revenge,
They drop on me like twinkles in the sky
Taking with them, the anger from me
And soon a breeze,
To blow me out and bring me in
And then i see through these eyes,
All new and bright,
Eyes of love,
Eyes of peace,
Eyes of happiness,
They soon stop their tale,
Because the moral they laid,
Has brought me back,
Oh ! , Come again you little twinkling drops
That fall from the sky
Making me shine bright..
Copyright © Krishna Dinkar | Year Posted 2018
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