Tale of Bang

November 21, 2010
#1: Jazz Hands

On this cloudy day, I look to the sky.
I rummage through the debris, just to get by.

I feel a single drop of rain in my eye,
and reminisce on the day we thought we’d die.

I’m not alone I’ve got the Sun by my side,
and on a day like this there’s hope on my mind.

Survival is the only problem at hand,
I never thought I’d be the one who could stand.

On this cloudy day, I look to the sky.
I span the horizons and see no signs of life.





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