It Would Need To RainA Poem by Dave
It would need to rain
for life to remain. From the sullen clouds above - the pillows of angels... a hint of white in the gleamy harmony of blue, keen and sleek, lost in the vastness of gaiety, yet, waiting to be swallowed by the blackness. To the salty drops that hang in those twin balls burrowed into the skull. There is no end to their descent, for they are fecund and pure - the incarnate of pain strewn into the frisky threads that glide beyond grasp. Like trees that shed their leaves in autumn knowing fully well that spring will bring them back, Or like a python that crawls out of its skin, so that its real beauty can be revealed. Stop them not! Let them flow! For, when these bowels have been emptied of wetness, Once again, they will know the charm of a smile. © 2013 DaveAuthor's Note
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