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Kristabell Senior Member
since 2003-11-29
Posts 678Portland, OR 
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Fall is here, a light sprinkle is upon us, Rushing, trying not to be late, I run Barely hearing the patter of the rain, Over the cascading torrent of noise And nothing more. Trying not to be late A week ray of sunlight is Peaking tentatively through The clouds, making an Attempted progression at Natural peace. A watery glow spills over Admiring scenery made to look real Children play, cars rumble passed, Luscious green trees surround That ideal place I see Crowded streets bar my path As sweet droplets of rain are gently pushed, caressed, By the wind into my open mouth. Running, I am encumbered, By average materials mail boxes, signs, Anything trying to keep me from my late destination. Clean fresh air, Tickles at the edge of consciousness, Stopping now, Is beyond my comprehension while trying not to lose my focus. Wind at my back, Pushing me forward now, Into the sun’s glair denying impartial sight, While declineing my imagination too. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
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