A RHYTHMIC
DANCE
(A
Terzanelle)
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| courtesy : google image |
If there’s
a deep depression at the Bay
The bone dry arid land hopes against hope
A storm’s to brew to reach the sky they say
It’s better to rise than sit, brood and mope
What do these dark flying clouds indicate?
The bone
dry arid land hopes against hope
Deflated
brain waits to be in full spate
The blistering heat’s fighting tooth and nail
The bone
dry arid land hopes against hope
The sea’s roaring, the stormy clouds do flail
Droplets
poised and the lull’s almost broken
The
blistering heat’s fighting tooth and nail
Euterpe’s flute untie the notes to rain
Parched
heart’s quick to drench in words to quench thirst
Droplets
poised and the lull’s almost broken
A rhythmic dance is to be seen at first
If there’s
a deep depression at the bay
Parched heart’s quick to soak in words to
quench thirst
A storm’s to brew to reach the sky they say
