Sunday 22 May 2011

Floods of Thoughts

Gracefully falling in plummeting pours
the perspiring skies are pounding the ground
until the deserts are resembling the shores
and the world is drowned in pattering sound.

Let us undress and live underwater
in a new Atlantis so secluded
and should the falling rain ever falter
at least the grey skies would be eluded.

Fill my lungs and submerge my aging brain,
keep my pumping engine lubricated,
overwhelm my strength with your falling rain
until my old self has been mutilated.

I want the rain to wash away mistakes
so that my barren wastelands are flowing lakes.

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