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Drizzles All Day Round
Snowdrops forever envy honeyed springtime melodies,
Evermore ebbing like forsaken soulless bodies.
The diary of anxious scribbles, now lost as well forgotten
Gets firmly fliped over a pile of beans too rotten,
As I hoard thoughtless dictions inside a fragile sternum;
My dead fish keeps decaying in that ageless aquarium.
Drowsy delirious pole star quite inaccurately beams,
On a debris of damsels delicately premature dreams.
While tirelessly talents drown in self doubt's aisle;
Unaffectedly slim creepers ramble on a baked tile.
Kindness is bound to die in a world bonding intimate lies,
Affirming why soldiers be martyrs under napalm skies.
Children sailed ambitions on self-crafted paperboats,
Rewarding me a recollection of childish anecdotes.
Reluctantly I strolled back home as tipsy thunder lurked,
To sigh over rejected canvases when paints smirked.
A bountiful mimosa branch triggered my cockatoo's dings;
Flapping seemingly miserable makintosh wings.
Drenched blood roses bereft it's thorns of ivory dust
To delude the inebriated petals with porcelain lust.
In a patriarchal drey a dodgy squirrel family dines,
As mindless I, accuse the vindictive wistaria vines;
For the constant drizzle censoring every city light
Sequentially I slided under my duvet to warm up the night.
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I'm a 8th grader, who likes to rhyme up words in her leisure time. It was a cloudy day until afternoon, when it rained not very generously. I tried to picture the day from the perspective of a aimless commoner returning to a bleak lodging, and versified that picture.