On one fine warm day,
The sun shinned so high,
The animals played,
The birds, they all flied.
Then suddenly the rain,
It’s water a stain,
On the soul of the earth,
Wet and with cold girth.
She had on her coat,
Of top red and yellow.
My umbrella I carried,
My mood it was mellow.
The storm finally broke,
On the soul of the world,
As she smiled and she spoke,
My eyes they unfurled.
She captured my heart,
She took all my breath,
On the soul of a man,
Her powers they crept.
Without moment more,
I knew she was it.
On the soul of a women,
On me she befit.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
One description after another that image this person well. Nicely said
Thank you
I found this an interesting and well written write and made me think, it probably could relate to a relationship but I got the sense of it relating to the soul of mother nature, enjoyed the read
Maybe a bit of both as us and nature are eternally connected.
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