It was cloudy outside,
Drizzling rain,
It wouldn't stop falling,
On my window pane.
I let out a sigh,
Watched the incense smoke fly
I leaned back against my pillow and
Closed my eyes.
I took a few heavy breaths,
Before rolling onto the top of my chest,
I buried my face in the blankets,
Trying to lay to rest.
And I was sung to sleep,
By the rain in perfect time.
And then I dreamed,
That the, rain turned to lemon drops,
The trees turned to lollipops.
And in the dream I was told,
That it's not always damp and cold,
There's always a sunny side to life.
I rolled awake and it finally stop raining.
The sun poked his head out through the clouds,
Who gave up restraining,
His rays.
And then began a most glorious day.
I had dreamed that,
The rain turned to lemon drops,
The trees turned to lollipops.
And in the dream I was told,
That it's not always damp and cold,
There's always a sunny side to life.
Friday, April 10, 2009
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I wish I had a book of your poetry. One dated for every day of the year so that I could wake up and read a new one everyday. I would probably sit down and read them all at once, but my point is your poetry is beautiful and you are incredibly talented.
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