Monday, October 14, 2013

RAIN


Rain 
What a melodious song 
She sings. 
It is now sweaty as 
A symphony of Beethoven 
But sometimes she sings 
In the tone of Jackson's rock. 
When wind and thunder join 
With her and the music then 
They perform I don't know 
To whom it will be compared 

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Haiku #22 (Life)

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