What is there?
Only rain falling from the fair
and nothing gained.
Only the nothing more between
temperature's burning in light,
saving all that one can dare defy.
Only rain won't settle for less,
but no reflection in a fool for nothing,
nothing less is burning world.
All deny one true everyone to defy
only rain, my one true world.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 478
Rain
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.