I look out the window,
And all I see,
Are the rain drops falling from the sky,
I sigh and roll my eyes,
Yet another day in the rain coming from the skies.
I move myself nearer to the fire,
Cursing how I shouldn't be there.
I should be with the blue waters,
Where the Coconut and palm trees sway,
The parrots cry out in joy
At the warm breeze.
The music makes you want to sway,
The sound of the beach
Makes you want to stay.
The people are happy,
The weather warm
And the air light,
All the people dance in the bare moon light,
Drunk on the music and the calm,
I'd relax and have a wonderful time
But I'm quickly whisked back to reality
When the bell rings,
Growling I return my boring life.
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The Roads Taken
PoetryLife is a series of trials and errors, One would like to say that we're perfect but we aren't. Humans are the only species to be perfectly imperfect, the imperfections that we dwell on in ourselves and in others tends to be the ones connected with t...
