The Morning after the Rain
The Sunset after the Rain
The ode to a rain long over;
the lost magic of the dark clouds
Farewell to what once was beautiful;
special to me, common to the crowds
Before the Rain
The dark heavy clouds on the southern skies;
pregnant with the promise of sweet rain
The distant rumble rolling through the lands;
promising to parch the thirst, relieving all pain
The Ever-elusive Silver Lining
Memory is the name of the street
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Truth shall set you free!
Truth shall always set you free, even if you are a prisoner of your heart. Well especially if you are a prisoner of your heart
The False Promise
There is a promise of rain on the trembling lips of dawn;
the wind is mildly flavoured with a faint hint of petrichor
Oh how my heart rejoices, the rare prospect of respite;
oh how my heart trembles, may be the promise of a whore
The Communication of Silence
There was a communication of silence;
a silence louder than any chaos
Their eyes asked if their dreams had any chance of fulfillment;
if it was possible for life to give them a pleasant surprise
My heart wanted to say yes for I have a human heart which feels;
my eyes said no for they have seen too much of life to believe in miracles
The Exhausted Wizard of Hope
A distant possibility he used to dream;
a hazy perception of a prospect of them
Hope and light were easy to be found;
for they just had to look at the horizon
The birthplace of sun and its golden halo;
a miracle lighting up their small world
The June Morning
