AN ORANGE SKY
ORANGE SKY
It rained and it rains
Eventually it fell down to my grave
The sorrow screams and the street lights dim
It rains and lets the water flow in my veins
I drink my wine
I stare at my skin at those stains
As it rains
But what about the sky before it eventually decides to weep its way ?
THE ORANGE SKY
The orange sky before it rains
I like looking up
Or just being there
The Crepuscular rays makes me feel the augur of something new
I feel the onset of the forthcoming downpour
And it turns my mundane day feeling like I am travelling like in a train
The orange in the sky, same as the smile in all of my cries
Makes my stomach feel the nostalgia of narcissism fade away
If I would be born again
I want to be born the days of orange skies and bylines
Put me in the casket of a basket and clean my ankles when I play
The Time is always between 4 and 5
And the days feel a little sweeter
I feel like hugging my mother, for longer
I feel like drinking tea one after another
It has not rained yet
The orange sky want to wait for me today
Color my agonies into solace
The reassurances have past 6 ,
The Ominous orange sky is at ease now
Rayleigh scattering is sulking all our pains away
A tea for my mother , tea for me ,
A tea for my late grandmother and aunty
I like it here , I like this day
The Eerie orange light waits , before saying goodbye
For me and for the dreams of an insane
Sitting across the street of Peru
What a coincidence
La Nina on our ways
But I just want to Fletcherize more
To let the moments stay
The orange sky speaks to me
In spanish and I don't get it's ways
But I feel the poetry of mundane
I hear the clamour of the third tea being made
And the prattle of kids talking on the lanes of the drive away
Feels like childhood, marks of adolescence on my palm
Childhood has taken my age today
I am in my cradle now
Feels delightful, the EUDAIMONIA of Dorian Gray
The month is March, date says the 30 th, near to its end
The orange sky looks fading away
But the dusk-lit sky makes me reflect all my past plays
It goes and it vanishes under the clouds of weight
So now it rains and it rains ,
And I went in my room , to read book or two,
As the day looks the same ,
The amber sky is my seasonal best friend and I will wait for its dawn
Its doesn`t speak to me , in rush or in cacophonies
The genesis of the orange sky, paint my skin pink ,
I feel nostalgia in non wistful ways
Oh my orange sky , don`t die away
Oh my amber sky, let me convey
Oh my golden sky, when I was an only child , I went for you to play
Oh my orange sky ,I know you married your lover torrential rain.
It rained and it rains
Eventually it fell down to my grave
The sorrow screams and the street lights dim
It rains and lets the water flow in my veins
I drink my wine
I stare at my skin at those stains
As it rains
But what about the sky before it eventually decides to weep its way ?
THE ORANGE SKY
The orange sky before it rains
I like looking up
Or just being there
The Crepuscular rays makes me feel the augur of something new
I feel the onset of the forthcoming downpour
And it turns my mundane day feeling like I am travelling like in a train
The orange in the sky, same as the smile in all of my cries
Makes my stomach feel the nostalgia of narcissism fade away
If I would be born again
I want to be born the days of orange skies and bylines
Put me in the casket of a basket and clean my ankles when I play
The Time is always between 4 and 5
And the days feel a little sweeter
I feel like hugging my mother, for longer
I feel like drinking tea one after another
It has not rained yet
The orange sky want to wait for me today
Color my agonies into solace
The reassurances have past 6 ,
The Ominous orange sky is at ease now
Rayleigh scattering is sulking all our pains away
A tea for my mother , tea for me ,
A tea for my late grandmother and aunty
I like it here , I like this day
The Eerie orange light waits , before saying goodbye
For me and for the dreams of an insane
Sitting across the street of Peru
What a coincidence
La Nina on our ways
But I just want to Fletcherize more
To let the moments stay
The orange sky speaks to me
In spanish and I don't get it's ways
But I feel the poetry of mundane
I hear the clamour of the third tea being made
And the prattle of kids talking on the lanes of the drive away
Feels like childhood, marks of adolescence on my palm
Childhood has taken my age today
I am in my cradle now
Feels delightful, the EUDAIMONIA of Dorian Gray
The month is March, date says the 30 th, near to its end
The orange sky looks fading away
But the dusk-lit sky makes me reflect all my past plays
It goes and it vanishes under the clouds of weight
So now it rains and it rains ,
And I went in my room , to read book or two,
As the day looks the same ,
The amber sky is my seasonal best friend and I will wait for its dawn
Its doesn`t speak to me , in rush or in cacophonies
The genesis of the orange sky, paint my skin pink ,
I feel nostalgia in non wistful ways
Oh my orange sky , don`t die away
Oh my amber sky, let me convey
Oh my golden sky, when I was an only child , I went for you to play
Oh my orange sky ,I know you married your lover torrential rain.
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