Monday, August 19, 2013

This rain filled morn, this wetness on rise, where are you?

This rain filled morn such...
This drenched rapid flooded soul
Where are you dear?
This watery Venetian rise
This fall of a surmise
Where are you dear?
This happy travel tuneful
This journey to shiny pool
Where are you dear?
This lyrical sublime
This written watery Unseen Seen fateline,
Where are you dear?
This flow continous happy
This heart so wet and sappy
Where are you?

Come on out
Dear
Look out
Look up
Look around
Life is calling,
Calling you
Just hear
The music painted on screen
And just see clean
How the paintings write dreams...
On the streets...
Where joys with smileys only fix
A glassy reflect of the sky
Outpouring...

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