Falling rain
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since 2008-01-31
Posts 2178
Small town, Illinois
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posted
2008-05-01
08:08 PM
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Do i sit beyond the fountin of youth for that little sip of water? To drink that drink and live some more and for ever after.
Birds flutter and they sing a merry little song. But sitting by this pond, time still drags on.
Gently wading my fingers in the tidal pool Like the birds among the sea, I loom and stay by the water, free.
Wondering to drink that water and sip the very last drip. Now here i stay among the pool with my lustful, drenched lips.
---------------------------------------------------- Yeah this isn't my best poem, i just wrote this cause the words were spinning in my head and i had to type them down. Enjoy!
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