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[bodytext] => The ditty bop pings Of hail litter the forlorn road, While charcoal clouds fly swift On the end of a line, A kite tattered and emanating As the world turns grey. While slothful footprints wash away, Soggy mountains Muffle the fabric Of rebellious flowers, And Heaven unleashes Its tears. The crescendo rising and falling, Swelling with the beat of my woe-logged heart, And for one moment it's almost as if I'm on life-support. A flip is switched And the zephyr quivers, A chill stings the air, And branches bow in anticipation In the wooded-cities' despair As an overcoat of darkness Clothes their naked limbs. Birds are quieted, Alcoves are violated, As the wet pangs become one With the looming ground. The world surrenders As the nimble lightning prowls, Met only by untimely thunder-growls, Hungry skies searching for prey, Searching for fuel, Searching for something. Melancholy clouds consume the horizon- They look like cotton balls, dipped in ink And thrown in the sky, By an arm as strong As a resentful heart's anger with the world. A revolution is swirling, The voices gain strength, Proud music of the storm Bellowing at full volume, Ensuring that no finger-flip From a grand conductor Could dampen the magnitude Of it's increasing overture. The orchestra grows stronger, The drums mass in force, While primeval winds Flutter through the trees, And shrill strings pierce anxious air, Lastly the low base stands, Its foundations completing nature's song, Saturating the air with it’s heavy beat. Earth’s dark symphony in full force Plays a fugue for mankind, The notes warn to B sharp To B flat on the floor, As A natural uneasiness Resounds through existence- But I don't care. Electrified, I reach out my anxious hand, Ready to waltz across this dance floor, Ready to sway to the beat of Thor's drum, Ready to feel your touch again And forget everything else. But the raindrops remind me that I am alone. I forgot where they were falling from. As attuning gusts of music ravage my mind I look up to the sky, And pray for rain. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 216 [topic] => 43 [informant] => proudestmonkey [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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