01-24-2012, 09:05 PM
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a couple of writes about Rain
I don`t know what these are. I don`t think its poetry. I just call them Statements
I put them here to be on the safe side....lol
Come closer,
do you think of me
in your Winter rains,
grays touch the ocean.
Come sit,
my hands are warm
merely empty.
I reminisce,
incidental moments
remind me....you too?
the paths we walked are the same I`m sure,
void of our impressions.
Do you think of me
when the rains fall?
it`s been so long...
Well better go,
rain is passing,
thought you might like to know.
I think of you..
Rain is that way sometimes.
"question my abilities..never my heart"
© Copyright 2011 Vincent
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The wood has grayed
many years of weather,
fighting Winter, July boils,
and the rain"
Comfort on the old back-steps
twisted some, but sturdy.
Dark clouds move across
lighter shades,
or is it the world moving around
charcoal splashes.
Rain..doesn`t it seem searing at times.
I fought the day to bring me here,
the cold minutes spent alone...
no one to watch the rain.
"question my abilities..never my heart"
© Copyright 2011 Vincent
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