Friday, 2 January 2015

From the word go
No one knows how it is going to go
Will it flow like the river Nile
Or come tumbling down like a whirlwind
Only to be gone in a short while

Mine is unlike many
For when it did rain
It only poured once
And when it stopped
It was no more

Bit that time is no more
Because no longer will I wait for the rain
For me to sow the seeds of my future
It is time for me to move on
For this life has nothing for me

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