a poet and a thinker...

Saturday 26 September 2015

Red Umbrella

Worry not
For slippery grounds
For greys upon us
Or sounds of hounds
Come underneath
this umbrella red
Come hold my hand
Let us go to bed

Worry not
Rains only quench
Let go of fear
Put on your trench
Come with me
In this umbrella red
Come hold my hand
Let us go to bed
-Mx

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