RainA Poem by Liam Nealey
Cold drops -forgiving, refreshing, cleansing-
Thunder down to greet their green, growing Mates. They surround me, engross me in their steady march, entrance me with such musical notes as no man could ever recreate, drench me with their very souls. So I stand amongst them, alone in the world, Great thunderous Light crashes all about me. And I yell into the grand mist of it All. © 2010 Liam Nealey |
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3 Reviews Added on May 16, 2010 Last Updated on May 16, 2010 AuthorLiam NealeyGAAboutI write for myself, things that I like to read. However, I welcome reviews! I find it very interesting how a poem can take on a life of its own, how it can gain more meaning than it was written with, .. more..Writing
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