The rain falls in the moonlight every night
This is the time of night sorrowful souls take to the sky
And the sound of the monsters inside or outside engulf your mind
A dry wind blows a wave of change
Hard times turn to better times of life
Life turns upside down in a moments glance
Rain has washed the spirit clean of hate
The rain has washed the spirit clean
How could rain change the soul in the matter of one foreboding day
Forever changing and always in our lives
The rain can wash the Earth of dread and death
-
Author:
The Poet (
Offline) - Published: June 18th, 2016 21:29
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 35
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.