Melting Cloud
How busy my feet may seem
Never as much as the dancing rain
on a falling day when the sky looks plain
wind has blown away rusted pain
For a moment to live within an unknown life
catching dreams may feel however naive
a brisk walk on a land where no one’s alive
waking up everyday to smile and survive
My heart keeps falling on a solitery street
melancholy escorts my lyrical sight!
lingering song of a faded cloud and dust
broken umbrella embraced the arm of gusts
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