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Friday, July 20, 2012

And then it rained

Roaring waves speak to me
The message she sent,
Heavens cry out to me
The tears she wept,
Air carries the storm to me
The storm inside her heart.

These waters that wash my feet
Are telling me to hold on,
She is sleeping peacefully
And wants to hold on to me.

The skies thunder and concur me
Not let me allay the pain;
They speak of the angst
And point me to where she lain.

The breeze is moist with her tears
As the salt touches my lips,
Its the permit from her to me
In her heart she still keeps.

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