Deep Poetry for Tuesday, February 8, 2011

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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Storm

Cold winds knocking at the window Tells me it’s the onset of RAIN Tiny drops are pouring down Spreading the fresh earthen smell… Nature that looks lovely in wet Flowers that bloom in the shower of rain That hiding of birds in the warmth of its nest That gushing of water through narrow streams That dancing in rain and shedding of tears That silence which looms after rainfall RAIN….RAIN….its raining again This rain sure makes me nostalgic Oh my friend, my beautiful rain Pour on me just one more... Sign in to see full entry.

Say Otherwise

Incomplete, something is moving apart, just obsess in the so called 'life' It's dark in the heart. Scattering and blanked, driving me sad. What's going on? I wasn't that sad. It is vaccum, Nothing is here. Even tears and fears. It is numb. I am a zombie. No feeling, no thinking. all the things stucked, No value, no meaning. Really scattered... it has holes, though i wanna find the glue, but i dont how to do. Sign in to see full entry.

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