Monday, July 19, 2010

Shaken

I am one for feeling empathy,
For all reasons I can never explain
With the binding clouds in the sky,
You pray for just a slight chance of rain
I hope it comes, I hope it pours
I hope it cleanses what we most adore.

Shaken, will something unknown to myself
With all of the bad things weaving.

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