Behind the changing shapes of clouds, hides the water suspended.
Sometimes with a smile on its face, sometimes with a dreams to part.
Deception creates illusions pretty, and underneath its shadow life goes on.
Some nights the rain falls silent, in the pain of the search for a place in your heart.
Sometimes with a smile on its face, sometimes with a dreams to part.
Deception creates illusions pretty, and underneath its shadow life goes on.
Some nights the rain falls silent, in the pain of the search for a place in your heart.
4 comments:
I wonder if you can express every emotion by speaking about rain, that it falls silent, that it won't be wet!
d mood of d blog has been somber since d return from sweden..just an observation :)
and all ur talk abt clouds and rain has brought some to my place as well ;)
The last line comes across as a blow on the pulchritude of the rain goddess.
Nice poetry though.
[the introvert]
I think it is possible to describe almost anything with almost any metaphor, with the power of writing and expression....rain is still easy
[desperado]
well....i just havent been writing thats it
[tapasya]
Pulchritude hides a lot of things, and that deception is what this was about
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