my poems OF :LOVE LIFE PAIN PASSION DEATH

LISTEN TO THE RAIN

IT SPECKS TO US ..

YOU CAN HEAR THE WHISPERS OF THE DEAD

TRYING TO FIND THERE WAY....

,RAIN IS THE PAIN AND SORROW OF THE DEAD ONES

CRYING FOR THERE FREEDOM AND THERE WAY,

THEY COULD TOUCH YOU THREW SPIRIT

OR MIND......

NEVER HATE THE RAIN ...LOVE IT -RESPECT IT

AND PRAY FOR THE DEAD ONES.....

OR THEYLL HAUNT YOU FOREVER................