Melissa Morgan

Stop The Rain

I look at the card, sat in front of me,
and the rain falls hard, and I can't see,
the wind it howls, and leaves rustle,
and the fowl, crawl deep and nustle,
Fall is hear, it is here again,
and within me is fear, the pain of my pin,
I'm glad you cant see, behind my eyes,
and can't see, the pain that abides,
the card arrives, to me and my home,

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