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Burning Rain
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Burning Rain |
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KuruShio Member
since 2003-11-18
Posts 110
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The rain burns my skin. Maybe its you, Maybe I’m to thin. Your breasts heave, As you sigh. Laughing as, The mortals die. They do their dance. They chant and sway. Turn to ash, And fall away. I still love you. Even yet. I still hunger. Still hold debt. Your burning passion, So like a flame. Who’s left to wonder? It’s me you tame. I watch the shimmer, Of your hair. Does it glimmer? In the autumn air. Failing waste, We drip away. Poems without taste, We mortals sway. Hear the wind. Hear the pain. Feel my skin, The burn of rain. I lament the Flowers, Upon your stone. I return now. Alone. Neither night nor day can give me purchase only purged dust on earth can avenge the worthless. |
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River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
this is beautifull =) i like it a lot, very good rhyming here. by the way, i was wondering, is your name "KuruShio" Japanese? anywho, great write. - River |
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KuruShio Member
since 2003-11-18
Posts 110 |
Yeah my screen name is Japanese it means Black Tide oh and thanks for the compliments. Neither night nor day can give me purchase only purged dust on earth can avenge the worthless. |
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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
this has beutiful quality to it. It just flows and carries deep feeling. this poem is inspiring. |
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