Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Raindrops at My Window.

Raindrops at My Window

The rain runs wet and slow
Outside the chilled frames of my window
And with each drop, my heart will grow

But no, the rain withholds the growth,
Devours it in every trembling drop
To the point my heart may stop

Until the sun resuscitates its love
And holds it firm thereof.

Written 11.11.09 @ 1:23 AM

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