March 07, 2011

Rainy Monday


Rainy Monday, clouds keep rolling,
     but you just remain there and cry
No more trees to dance for you in the air,
I give you a piece of smile,
     in the end, you just moaned in the sky

Oh life! The ghosts that prance and sing,
     on your knees, you looked on down the road
No fast car to roll by in the dirt,
Rainy Monday, now the dirt turns to mud,
     these scraped hands, they stain no more

Walking on turned to running,
     creatures of the rain came out to play
The field laid thick, killed by Rainy Monday,
The old man laid by the side and whispered,
     "Leave me and let me be as I lay"

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