Tuesday, December 25, 2012
The weather settled into cleansing rain,
Bewitching us with attentions as the rain drew near;
This rain retracts and leaves no trace of us,
A cold dull ache resounds in the heavens
Battering my cracks and hollows with days
To fight and earn other days that wordily speak
Out to the vehemently opposed individuals.
To maintain fundamentals we seek
Essential food elements, that work like names.
The prowling of shame has shimmered
As the sun invokes sounds and sights as firstly
The really real spell of heat repels.
The warm, rich atmosphere tears and rips,
For the beach to master a religion of water.
The weather has beaten me at all the stardom,
Once they fall and access me as a spot on the ground.