The graceful rain descends torridly
There’s grace in its fall,
Full of vigor, yet tranquilly majestic,
There’s redemption yet, for us all.
Quenching the scorched stone,
Dispersing the humid breath,
Once more, the dead souls moan.
The eternal war of life and death,
Here, endures another battle.
The phoenix rises from the ashes,
And your true self once again thrashes.
Accept the message from the man in the sky,
Yes, remember, you had always been meant to fly high.
Look into my eyes and know,
Know what your glance meant to me,
In that brisk momentary matching of our eyes
What magic there seemed to be.
Peer deep into these
And tell me, you see more
More than the frozen wonder, more than the hesitation
Tell me you see attraction beneath the mind’s closed door.
Cause its true, my mind is a mess
The heart, but, screams, hoping you will guess.
It’s stupid I know, there wasn’t enough time
But stupid is this heart creating a mess.
This heart, murmuring an incessant rhyme,
with a modest timid request to merely pause time.
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