the sky growls,
angels above cry,
little children
play in the mud puddle;
the ice cream vendor
rings the bell-
adding tune to the crystal
rain which pours down
vigoursly.
i gaze at the
black clouds,
the hatred stings
me, and demons weep for
love.
i sip my hot koffee and
think about all the love
which exists in the world..
in some tiny lil corner..
yet to be dicovered...
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5 comments:
congratulations! your first blues song. :D
Good Job
haha,
thanks varun!
all your inspiration ony.
raaahil, =)
hmmm.. smthin is happenin smwhere..
something is happening somewhere in someone with someone else
all the same freakin' time .
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