Season of My Soul
By Hippygirl
SEASON OF MY SOULDriving nowhere,thoughts bombarding me.I hear the music,trying to set me free.A ray of sunshine,suddenly darkened by a cloud.I feel the struggle,to keep my face proud.My soul is like this season,full of turmoil and change.Rain, wind, clouds and sun,thoughts impossible to arrange.Feelings rage fiercely,striving for some sense to gain.My heart is so full,happiness, pleasure and pain.Longing for the day,when flowers bloom out of control.Wistfully waiting,for the season of my soul.By Hippygirl Written December 3rd, 2001 © on Dec 02 2001 03:11 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"SEASON OF MY SOULDriving nowhere,thoughts bombarding me.I hear the music,trying to set me free.A ray of sunshine,suddenly darkened by a cloud.I feel the struggle,to keep my face proud.My soul is like this season,full of turmoil and change.Rain, wind, clouds and sun,thoughts impossible to arrange.Feelings rage fiercely,striving for some sense to gain.My heart is so full,happiness, pleasure and pain.Longing for the day,when flowers bloom out of control.Wistfully waiting,for the season of my soul.By Hippygirl..."