Raindrops are tiny hammers
Fixing you to the grass.
Rainbows slip out of heavens
Falling into your grasp.
The world comes to you like never before,
So perfectly sane.
And please don’t think about me anymore,
Just about rain.
Paper like magic canvas
Waiting for you to start,
Lands in a secret atlas
Stretching up to the stars,
You’ll find what you have been looking for
Away from the crowds.
And please don’t write about me anymore,
Just about clouds.
Whirlwind of turning pages,
Bookmarks go fluttering out,
Things you’ve been hiding for ages
Tumble and scatter about.
No going back through the closing door
To what makes no sense.
And please don’t live for me anymore
Just for yourself,
You’ll have the whole sky for your dreams to soar
Without falling flat
‘Cause it won’t be me in your head anymore,
Just this and that.
this and that
© Copyright: Людмила Прасад, 2021
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