Like A Dark Cloud, I Wandered,
To Shed The Rain & Get Lighter,
But For Those Drought Strikers,
It Was More Of A Cup Of Solace.
The Romantics Burped Poetries,
As I Wept On The Dusty Deserts.
Saw A Green Cabaret Of Nature
As Thunders Electrified Guitars.
Even The Sun Seems Detached
And The Moon Was Dark & Cold
Bestowed To Wail For A Season,
Who Seeks What The Cloud Felt?
(Linking this to Ultimate Blog Challenge)
But For Those Drought Strikers,
It Was More Of A Cup Of Solace.
The Romantics Burped Poetries,
As I Wept On The Dusty Deserts.
Saw A Green Cabaret Of Nature
As Thunders Electrified Guitars.
Even The Sun Seems Detached
And The Moon Was Dark & Cold
Bestowed To Wail For A Season,
Who Seeks What The Cloud Felt?
(Linking this to Ultimate Blog Challenge)