Treasure Island

Morgan Siegel

(27/06/1996 / New Zealand)

What A Day


...Today is a curious day...

The sky is grey and bleak.
Every time I walk I get wet.
Cold, and sad, what weather...

...Dimmingly cheerful, full of life...

What profound weather, calm and peaceful.
Dark, and chilly, wonderful.
Slow tears, airily cascade...

...'I love the rain' 'At least when it rains no one will see my tears'...

Silver dancers many and dainty,
lightly barrage the mimicked sky.
Silently cooing their siren song...
To our ravenous dark eyes,
selfishly absorbing them,
naught sharing their beauty...

Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2014
Edited: Thursday, April 10, 2014

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