English class.
Fri, 2 May 2008 at 01:10am
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Ice cold rain drops are nothing like comfort,
Down pours are far grand than rebuttal,
If Rain be light, why than so gray clouds,
If Rain be death how does love grow, endure?
I have seen the storms preserver and watch,
But no such vision see I in tempests;
And in some distant path I see more hope
Think in the light from my eyes doth glow.
I love to dance so freely, yet well I know
That dawn’s light has far more expression;
I rage I never allow myself rest;
My Solace when questioned depletes my soul
And yet by regret, I think lessons as Rain.
As gentle reminders of better days.
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