STORMY DAYS

When at last I sat down My mind was set faraway from home And my eyelid was full of frown My ears discards the bird's whispering tone I set my eyes up Maybe anything could be found My eyes found nothing below the top Rather than the dropping of the black cloud The black cloud made a drop on me And my feelings turn gray Sooner, the dry ground turns sea And my feet slipped out of the way Again, my head made a sight of the black sky But the other parts stay still on the ground All my heart could hear was a cry Fullest to its boredom sound Worry not, the sea will soon make a run Seeing the ray of the sun Worry not, the dark sky will become clear Seeing the moon coming so near STORMY DAYS - AKÍNRÓTÌMÍ SUNDAY ENIOLÁ ABEL {ASEA2017}