WASH AWAY MY PAIN

Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let them flow down the streets with the rain,
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on their way past the madness.

The ocean may take them far away,
To places we cannot even say,
Where no one recognizes their sting
Or knows the infliction they can bring.

The rain grows harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain.
I stand clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path down my spine
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray.
It becomes a mist of blue and gray.
The faucet has been turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and all so right.

WASH AWAY MY SORROW

Wash away my sorrow and pain.

Let it flow the streets with the rain.

The ocean takes it far away

To places, we cannot say.

Where no one can feel its sharpened sting

Or know the infliction it may bring.

Let the rain grow harder with might,

Hailing on this dark, fateful night.

I want to be free of all traces

Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain,

Standing clean and free from the pain.

I hold my head high to the wet spray

as it turns into a mist of gray.

Once the faucet has shut for the night,

I’m left at peace with the coming light.

WASH AWAY MY PAIN

Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain,
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.

The ocean may take it far away,
To places, we cannot even say,
Where no one recognizes its sting
Or knows the infliction it can bring.

Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain.
I stand clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path down my spine
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray.
It becomes a mist of blue and gray.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and all right.

MOTHER NATURE

 

Nature takes its path,

removing the trash.

Enough humans for now.

So, take a final bow.

Let Mother Nature work to restore

the earth to what it was before.

A NEW DAY

Source:mochipanko

 

After the rain,

the streets sparkle.

The sun shines.

Kids play ball.

Bicycles ride by.

Couples walk hand in hand.

The air sings with laughter,

drifting from diners at the sidewalk cafe.

A dog sleeps in the shadows.

A new day.

A NEW BEGINNING

 

 

A NEW BEGINNING

The rain hits the puddles

in a staccato rhythm.

A mesmerizing sound.

Tree branches hang low,

weighed heavy with water.

Flowers lift shiny faces

for their morning washing.

The cold, crisp rain

refreshes and renews.

The clouds drip dry.

The sun returns

to brighten the day.

The air smells clean.

A new day dawns.

A new beginning.

WASH AWAY MY SORROW

Please wash away my sorrow and pain. Let it flow down the streets with the rain. Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness, Joining others on its way past the madness. The ocean may take it far away, To places, we cannot even say. Where no one recognizes its sting  Or knows the infliction it can bring. Let the rain grow harder with its might, Becoming hail on this fateful night. I want to be free of all traces Of unwanted feelings and faces. My body grows cold from the rain. It stands clean and free from the pain. Shivers create a path down my spine, As I wait in the dark woods of pine. I hold my head high to the wet spray. It becomes a mist of blue and grey. The faucet has turned off for the night, Leaving me feeling clean and so right.

RAINDROPS ON MY MIND

 

 

 

Raindrops on my mind.
A feeling of cleanliness.
How can we resist its pull?
It draws us to the window.
To watch its majestic descent.
It washes away all dirt and impurities.
Wash me.
Make me fresh and new.
Who can ask for anything more?

WHITE BLANKET

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Look to the glowing skies,

Magic before my eyes.

Snow flutters to the ground

Without even a sound.

Masking the dirt with white,

So pretty and so bright.

I hope it can remain this way,

A blanket for one more day.

 

WASH AWAY MY PAIN

 

 

WASH AWAY MY PAIN

Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain.
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.

The ocean may take it far away
To places, we cannot even say,
Where no one recognizes its sting 
Or knows the infliction it can bring.

Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain.
It stands clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path on my spine
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray;
It becomes a mist of blue and grey.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and so right.