SWEET SUNDAY-RAIN-MY POEM

SWEET SUNDAY-RAIN-MY POEM

SWEET SUNDAY-RAIN

Sounds so typical raindrop outdoors.
Made me wither away in the thick blanket that warms.
Crossed I thought about rain ever arrest you to remain here.

Her story is so strange ...
But ever coloring every wall of the empty heart. ..
There is a heartbeat, instantly there are no. ..
That's my Rainbow ...

Isn't it a rainbow after the rain is coming?

Is there someone who missed the Rainbow after the rain sweet day this week?

Yes, I am waiting for the Rainbow that came ...
Although Rainbow was indeed an instant there is then instantly lost.
Only briefly, but was able to give millions of colors in the presence of ...


So being able to write love on my eyebrows your eyes are curved like a Ferris wheel ...