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Title: *Rain of borrowed Sorrow*
"A Lament of the Departed"
When someone passes away, and the rain starts to fall,
It's a sign that their spirit has found its way to the Skyfall,
Their soul has transcended, & is now free to roam with pride,
No longer bound to the earth, but free to soar & glide.
So when I depart, & raindrops start to fall,
It's a sign,my soul too is
leaving it all,
But no shrub or tree to shade, no place to rest my head,
My spirit wanders on, in sorrow & dread.
Oh, monsoon remember, till my final breath,
My relatives curse the squall & rain, that brings no reprieve,
No comfort comes, to ease my souls passing pain,
But only tears in the wet, that fall, like the raindrops, in vain.
I wait endlessly, till these droplet, fall on my pyre,
To quench the thirsty flames, that burn, my heart's desire,
To be free, from this world's, mortal strife,
And find solace, in the culminations afterlife.
In the realm of nirvana's oblivion, where souls take flight,
I wait endlessly, till the droplets fall on me bright.
Their gentle touch, a soothing delight,
Quenching the body's thirst, that burns with passion's might.
The flames that flicker, wild and free,
In my heart's depths, a burning spree.
A longing, to break free from strife,
And find solace, in the afterlife's rife.
The droplets fall, like tears from above,
A sweet release, from this mortal love.
Their cool embrace, a balm for my soul,
In the culmination, my heart's goal.
The world outside, a fleeting dream,
Compared to the peace, that the droplets bring.
In their gentle flow, as I sang, I find my reprieve,
And the thirst that burns, is finally relieved.
Rain, oh rain, i sing,why dost thou come, so late?
When my heart's sorrow, can't be abated?
I weep, and wail, in this, my final hour,
For love, and loss, that I
cannot devour.
My soul, is torn, my heart, is broken too,
My spirit, is lost in this, my final adieu,
Oh, rain, oh rain i wail, have mercy, on my soul,
And wash away, my sorrow, and make me whole.
The rain, like tears falls from the heavens above,
A symbol of the love and the grief that...
When someone passes away, and the rain starts to fall,
It's a sign that their spirit has found its way to the Skyfall,
Their soul has transcended, & is now free to roam with pride,
No longer bound to the earth, but free to soar & glide.
So when I depart, & raindrops start to fall,
It's a sign,my soul too is
leaving it all,
But no shrub or tree to shade, no place to rest my head,
My spirit wanders on, in sorrow & dread.
Oh, monsoon remember, till my final breath,
My relatives curse the squall & rain, that brings no reprieve,
No comfort comes, to ease my souls passing pain,
But only tears in the wet, that fall, like the raindrops, in vain.
I wait endlessly, till these droplet, fall on my pyre,
To quench the thirsty flames, that burn, my heart's desire,
To be free, from this world's, mortal strife,
And find solace, in the culminations afterlife.
In the realm of nirvana's oblivion, where souls take flight,
I wait endlessly, till the droplets fall on me bright.
Their gentle touch, a soothing delight,
Quenching the body's thirst, that burns with passion's might.
The flames that flicker, wild and free,
In my heart's depths, a burning spree.
A longing, to break free from strife,
And find solace, in the afterlife's rife.
The droplets fall, like tears from above,
A sweet release, from this mortal love.
Their cool embrace, a balm for my soul,
In the culmination, my heart's goal.
The world outside, a fleeting dream,
Compared to the peace, that the droplets bring.
In their gentle flow, as I sang, I find my reprieve,
And the thirst that burns, is finally relieved.
Rain, oh rain, i sing,why dost thou come, so late?
When my heart's sorrow, can't be abated?
I weep, and wail, in this, my final hour,
For love, and loss, that I
cannot devour.
My soul, is torn, my heart, is broken too,
My spirit, is lost in this, my final adieu,
Oh, rain, oh rain i wail, have mercy, on my soul,
And wash away, my sorrow, and make me whole.
The rain, like tears falls from the heavens above,
A symbol of the love and the grief that...
