random thoughts on a rainy day...

Deep soulful words hidden in whispers,
within soft wet tears of the sky,
hanging at the edge of a kittens whiskers,
just to drop and die.

Melodious symphonies admired with blood red roses,
secret letters mailed with lovely purple violets,
with honey and green four-leafed clovers,
and intentions as pure as white lilies.

desperately in need of air,
longingly in need of care,
outstandingly in need of emotions,
hoping not for the need of solutions.