Rio Calling #2.8

You give me the rain of ice,
Not one word is nice.

I looked at the stars,
Not knowing I could start wars.

I see the tears in your eyes,
Too much sorrow, to many cries.


Rio Calling #2.7

I howl like I’m the wild one,
But your fear is long gone.

You embrace the daylight’s bright sun,
I admit, it can be fun.

We have to get it just right,
In order to reap life’s delights.