I want to dance in the rain
But my limbs are numb
I want to sing in the rain
But my chords are frozen
I want to portray the rain
But my hands are stiff
My dance is an epileptic feat
My song is a croak melody
My canvas is a beggar’s rag
Even the rains don’t have mercy
On my parched soul
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Awesome! I can relate to it. Outstanding! ...simple but brilliant metaphor...
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