Tuesday, December 7, 2010

december rain.

angel wings, caressing my eyes.
swimming in the sky.
could one land ahead and save
me from my dilemma.

december sun,
away from the november rain.
what curse it is
the parching land

the sun heat up,
and angel wings clump,
or did they fly off
to their fairyland?

now hanging above,
an ominous grey
to plunge
my unpleasant mood to
a deeper low.
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