.
Tears are changing to a birthday smile,
where sleepy rain always tends to fall.
Sometimes shy, where sleep won't hardly come.
Being lonesome requires change...
A pouring sky has an eye on
conquering a crying world.
I feel she fell through a hole from Heaven's floor.
Now, I have been here forever,
I can't expect this town to change.
Are tears the only thing falling today?
Must I sit here and watch the clouds roll away
in this disarray along with these windblown years?
I refuse to miss something I have never touched...
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maralisa
There is great imagery in this as well. Great job.
