Let the rains fall,
she asks for permission as if I was her Mistress.
But Mistress she is to me,
she rules over my life.
mostly my feelings.
As the rain falls,
she hides my gloomy aura.
I feel her as mine to enjoy.
but not mine to possess.
Let the clouds pass,
they ask for permission as if I was their Owner.
But Owner they are of me,
they take care of me,
mostly of my body.
As the clouds do their rounds,
they let me enjoy life.
I know them as mine to use,
but not mine to take order of.
Mother Earth asks for no permission,
as she shakes below my feet.
She well knows she has control over me,
all that makes up my life,
and all life that is like mine.
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𝗣𝗼𝗲𝘁 𝗠𝗲 𝗔 𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺
Poetrya collection of letters, poems, and short stories from deep within, a little addiction with it too; welcome to the emotions of the awkward teenage time we all once had.
