Synaptic Poem by nooraimanno lortrade
Synaptic
the rainbow is crossing along the sky,
and why still I didn't get mine?
dry leaves fall on the street,
I wonder when will we meet?
Johnny Rook's flying, searching for his prey,
I hope that God answers my prayer.
those green grass on the land,
I'm still sitting here waiting for my man.
counting of sheep before I sleep,
shivered from the cold that I tried to keep.
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