Rain always does this to meA Poem by ARain feels... good. caresses my hair.. strikes my head... touches my fingers.. reaches deep.. pulls in.. breathes on my soul..
I slip.. slide.. grasp.. My head hits.. My soul breaks.. On concrete.. on reality. © 2009 AReviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 6, 2009 AuthorALondon, England, United KingdomAboutMaude: Well, if some people get upset because they feel they have a hold on some things, I'm merely acting as a gentle reminder: here today, gone tomorrow, so don't get attached to things. Dream as.. more..Writing
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