The winter rain washes it all...

A new beggining or another end ,
just to live it all over again.
The chill runs down my spine,
with the goosebumps tellin me a story not entirely mine.
The birds chirp, the trees sway,
the wind blows it all away.
The afternoon dotted,damped by the grey clouds,
me here, wants to shout out aloud.
Ha! the rain damps and blurs my speech,
and pushes forth this new beggining.
A new beggining or an end, to live it all over again.

Comments

  1. goosebumps telling a story not entirely mine..
    i cant believe there's so much sorrow in here!!!
    its good..cud have been better....

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