My Yellow Fellow~

He loves to walk in rain with me
Marshy land and hazy glee
How lucky are you,
My yellow fellow mackintosh!

You’ve been to Daddy’s office
You’re always there for service
How lucky are you,
My yellow fellow mackintosh!

You’ve seen the school and market
The long and hollow jacket
How lucky are you,
My yellow fellow mackintosh!

You splash the water over
Naughty children hover
How lucky are you,
My yellow fellow mackintosh!
My Yellow fellow..!!

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~Yet another silly ‘rain-inspired’ vignette! Sounds sooo juvenile.. huh?! I know :)~

The Withdrawal~

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It all drained out of me;
The words and vigor
And I stood shivering in the wind,
Painting paleness on my walls

I lost the voice that spoke
These weary sighs that remain
And I kept talking to myself,
Latching the lips with perpetual muteness

I am lost in this barren land
Waving to the wandering wind
And I am staring at the fume ahead,
Swirling out of the burning words

I returned those armors
That covered my delicate senses
And I lay staring at the silent sky,
Blotted, bitten & bruised

I surrendered those wings
At the end of the battle
And I am stood on the deck,
Feeling the touch of a rope around the neck!
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