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by sheila May 19, 2009 category : Love, romance / new love
Grey clouds forming in the horizon Preparing to sing in unison Just swaying and waiting For the sound of thunder and lightning As the first note starts Intense rhythm strikes like darts Little droplets of water pours Wetting dry land more and more The trees dances with the wind Its branches struggling Holding on to its form hold Trying its best not to let go But how much more can it take? The orchestra's overflowing with hate The wind whistles in higher pitch The rain sounds like hundreds of marching feet After awhile, bright light appears Reflecting light on the bent trees Water dripping one by one Music is played by branches on the ground