Today caught me not here nor there
surprised at what I saw,
the glory of the sky left me in awe.
I felt as though I was asleep,
my heart convinced it had to weep.
It washed my face with tears I thought were dry,
I like the clouds above me had to cry.
Not from my sorrow nor my pain
but simply for my need of rain...
to quench the thirst of that which has to grow,
sometimes my friend, it simply is just so.
Deo Volente
May 14, 2009
2 comments:
c'est très beau ça :
I like the clouds above me had to cry.
Not from my sorrow nor my pain
but simply for my need of rain...
Excellent !
Patrick - Lucas: Thank you so very much.
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