It's funny how a sunny day can turn so grey and start to spray cold precipitation while the clouds inflation shows a demonstration of the skies frustration.
It may be abrupt, possibly seeming a bit corrupt but the painless shameless smile I wear isn't because I don't care more so because they sky adds a little flair, something to watch while my hair is drenched to the tips and the cold numbs my lips.
My lips are numb yet my hips are simple sway your way to make you do anything I say, today's the day I push all this pain away.
Today's the day kush is no way to put away the strain, I'm already dying in vein it's such a pain.
I can't wait for this cold summer rain to finish and to refresh.
If there's one thing to ease the pain i'll do my best to refrain from hurting mother nature who holds the tallest stature of this character, her smile brightens my shades throughout the day.
As I prepare for snow to flutter through the sky i'm preparing to dine one final time.
Evolved from my thoughts the rain washes impurities under a silent cleanse, a shower which empowers.
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By Joseph Grant7 years ago in Poets
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