FeralA Poem by *Rain*It's not done. But it is, either way.When my words run out, My heart will still beat. Though sound may be gone, Love will still keep. What was and will be All merge into one And nothing could erase What has been done. So drown the crashing waves, And fight the heat with flame For all we touch is golden Wild, and untamed. Surround me in your words, Guild me with your heart, And no matter the span between us, Never will we be apart, © 2009 *Rain* |
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1 Review Added on December 16, 2008 Last Updated on March 27, 2009 Author*Rain*MIAboutI am addicted to the written word, the spoken word, well, just words in general, quite really. I'm sarcastic, but I care. My writing is an outward expression of the thoughts that constantly tumble thr.. more..Writing
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