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Hanging Gardens of Babylon

It’s the dead of the morning, and I just wish you would come out of

The woodwork, where you’ve been pushing pinecones and daisies

From under my skin. I let the seeds blossom into suffocating weeds,

When you once fervently promised me beautiful flowers and verdant

Foliage like no other kind—but only weak envy thrived within this

Nature, and we both craved the dirt like simpleminded earthworms

Crawling by the railroads just to get trampled on and ran over by

Speeding trains. Perhaps we could finally separate and grovel away

In different directions; maybe I can search for my greener pastures, as

You make your way back to the cemetery fields where you belong,

Wilting and decaying with your apologies in the dead of the night.

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Rain Some More

Hey now, we’ve got to make it rain somehow
She told me to, and showed me what to do
Our Maggie makes it in a cloud…

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Continuous shouts and protests of “Rain, rain, go away!”

That’s the rhyme all the children chant along to and collectively say

For they all wish to peacefully resume their silly little games

Under the sun, without getting sopped wrinkly and washed down into the drain

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But to the sight of my childish heart, you are gaiety, Nature’s splendour

In terms of Mother Goose, I’m that foolish eensy weensy spider

Playing by the iridescent puddles, the nipping ardour of torrential rain

Drenching myself in pattering jubilance without bearing any shame

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The plants join in my strange pantomime, my personal ode to stormy skies

Flowers swaying gently as they welcome waters that kiss their petals nice

The drops of rain that mix with luminescence, an ethereal emotion

Waiting giddily for the bridge of rainbow for me to cross after this downpour session

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Fun, colour, and the sweet smell of petrichor, won’t you join my rain dance and song?

Indulge yourself in cloudburst joviality until you are soaked to your very bone

For when the sun hides its rays of gold to rest, and the day is dislimned by the clouds that soar

We must find solace in embracing duskiness and frigid water, so let it rain some more.

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