Thursday, March 24, 2011

A walk in the rain


A walk in the rain...
drops of water on my face...
to find the strength to love again,
to find the faith to lift myself from disgrace...
I hear the sound of thunder
I can't help but wonder
life is all about finding happiness in small things,
little things which thrill you to the core...
give your fancies wings,
you couldn't ask for anything more,
fire flies lighting up the dark corners of the night,
sunlight streaming through the trees, so clean and bright...
ah! I forgot the most cherished sight
a rainbow, so crisp and clear...
a blue sky tainted with a coloured smear...
and yet I would still consider the old black magic called love
to be beyond any beautiful creation sent from above!

4 comments:

  1. very nice
    ...perhaps we are all slaves to the old black magic called love ... we run we hide at times from it yet it always finds us out somehow some where ...

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