Hot Cocoa

Mon, 05/02/2016 - 00:12 -- Sung935

Raindrops fall quick on the lonely petals
With the heavens clouded in its dull gloom
Meanwhile on the oven, the warm kettles
Helpless to the fearful, coming, dark doom
Basking in the colors red and yellow
Embers glow full of warmth and of passion
Warming to the point of being mellow
Burning in a bright and decent fashion
Outside the storm rages with wind and rain
Trees gone deed done left with someone walking
Inside I stand with my freshly hot gain
Though this may be something I find shocking
I hear a voice inside that says I should
Go to the scene and help those who withstood

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