WAT SHAKESPHERE MUST HVE NARRATED….
TYMS HE WAS STIL ALIVE…
DELIVER IT 4OM TASHY…………..
4om da initiation 2 da enunciation…
Hmmmmmm…….High 4 da lfy dat flew miles above da ground…
onli 2 realise da 9th cloud was just beneath their ground…
Cradled in da arms of love n anger…
Sad yet contended, wild yet subtle…
Make it a point 2 pin point da biggest mistake,
M short 4 my finger…
Take da lite 2 think of da bigger victory…
Ma finger's, diminutive…
I think of da tym I stood by da giggling river…
All was stil wid da flowin wind…Da River let its cry, cry louder…
Da sand ushered past my back…
Beneath my feet, da ants sheltered 4 homes…
Da dark cloud arose its anger, high…
Da sky showered its tears all over meh…Da river pitched its cry a bit more dripping…
So swiftly da river took its course;
welcomin more drop of tears…
da wind calmed down wid da waverin drizzle…
all in da midst of procession,
I stood still wid….
da wind dat whispered 2 meh da might of its storm..
da river dat changed its swift…
da cloud dat darkened my sight…da sky dat sodden my tears…
I wait 4 da tym 2 lift meh by…………
I sit still n I m cradled in my own arms…Warm 4 da heart dat was cold from solitude…
Cosy 4 da cold dat enveloped my dammed form…
I shiver a bit n I fall back in da bed of da earth…
Hard yet soft 4 da stiffened body!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALL THOSE MOMENTS WILL BE LOST IN TIME
AS THE TEARS IN THE RAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!
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