I must fall for the season
and give rainbow a reason
reaching every top
until the last drop
I make a clapping sound
I lay a flowing ground
leaving away the cloud
to surprise the crowd
O, how a cheerful move
from the sky onto the roof
stranded upon faces
like a million graces
O, how a joyful solitude
flying alone from altitude
with all that jump and all that bound
returning home, my peaceful ground
...
Is it the end of moonlight November?
season is still here, to leave a trace
and if it really ends, will you remember?
that I was the rain once upon your face.
bl M.Square
04.11.12
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