I watch the pitter patter
And the clouds roll by
I lose my head in a different matter
And times does fly
I feel the glowing heart beat
And no breeze flow
I shift in my seat
And note the silence low.
I hear the whip of the sky
And the quakes that come after
I chuckle to myself
As books drop in a clatter
-Noa
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songs from the dark
Poetrypoems or songs that we write in the cover of dark, or the covers of our bed. © 2015 - 2016 uta-kaneki
