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Post by waterpoor on Jul 28, 2011 9:07:21 GMT -5
monsoon rain
gray thunder, wrapped on the tail of yellow bolts, rivulets feigning rivers, feigning lakes, seeping into afternoons and nights that crackle while windows hum, trees humming and stretching, past splintered bark and broken limbs, falling on waking toads
morning skies dripping like dew, like melting ice laying green on green to meet yellow shafts of tethered light.
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Post by bubblegum91 on Jul 28, 2011 22:57:11 GMT -5
This is a very cool poem. I can almost feel the rain enveloping me.
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Post by waterpoor on Jul 29, 2011 9:36:38 GMT -5
Thanks bubblegum. Glad you liked it. I appreciate the reading. R.
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