The cries turn to shouts,
Our anger in life we sprout.
When a sudden raindrop falls,
fragile yet prepared for its call.
In hindsight it resembles snow,
and through it we begin to grow.
say goodbye to the past,
let go of the future so vast.
Soon you shall walk over your plights,
and look upon the sky to hopeful lights.
Poetic Music
Da MrPaush
A collection of poems written to soundtracks which are there for you to play. Altro