The FloodA Poem by CourtniReneeMay it wash me cleanAll day the rain had fallen, a grey shroud woven between bare branches and enveloping flowers. Where have you gone? Do you hear the incessant sound? Are you too lying under a mirrored sky? My bones are heavy- sinking into black mud, I mourn myself under trees drenched with indecent hope. Who am I? Is my memory imprinted on your skin? Why do I insist on my own importance? The rain is unceasing, it clothes me in salacious desire. The sky is weeping light. © 2016 CourtniReneeReviews
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2 Reviews Added on November 7, 2016 Last Updated on November 10, 2016 AuthorCourtniReneeSpringfield , MOAboutIf I know nothing else, I know that I am myself, and that is enough for me. more..Writing
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