What do you do when you're stuck in a hotel in Abu Dhabi as a result of missing a connecting flight due to a snow storm in London causing a 36 hour-long delay?
As I listen to the rhythm of the falling rain Picturing quagmire forming on the watered ground I write this piece with unfathomable constrain As I listen to the rhythm of the falling rain I scroll down to Mon Coeur, reminded of the recent pain O how I long to have it buried; burned, drowned As I listen to the rhythm of the falling rain Picturing quagmire forming on the watered ground -Tim-
No hearts would beat if they cannot cry, irrespective of age, gender and pride; And so I hide behind a mask of butterflies, While praying for the pain to subside.
Please excuse my short words and brief thoughts, Unbeknown to many, I have work to slave over; Absurd things happened, leaving me nothing But to pluck faith and hope from a four leaf clover.