laugh
chortle
giggle
snort
But dark rain washes joy down a slimy, rocky drain
Why do I laugh at misery
When my drooping heart is turned upside down?
What washes the rain when it muddies the ground?
I don't know
It seeps with dripping heart and throat down the drain
And into the bowels of the earth
1 comment:
This post and the previous post are now really making me wonder whats up :) Such DEEP thoughts. Beautiful poetry though. xoxoxoxoxo
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