Sunday, May 20, 2007

Plea

Oh, softest rain
                        come cleanse me now
                        my words all lost
                        too long, too silent
                        For in the night
                        do you feel my soul
                        sifting through
                        the broken glass
                        Of tears once shed
                        in seasons past
                        beneath this dull
                        and darkened quiet

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