benjamin derr

Rookie (January 1st 1990 / lebanon)

The Clouds - Poem by benjamin derr

These bleak days will linger on
And the sun i cannot call upon
And the clouds i cannot reach
For i am merely a man
So the clouds rip themselves open
And it pours on this dry canvas
These refreshing rain drops on our cheeks
Are actually blood and fragments
Of a recently obliterated existence
Oh what a horrid inevitable
Fate clouds do have
All though we see it symbolic for beauty
And we love nothing more than to kiss in the rain
Thunder is actually their screams in agony
As the clouds sacrifice themselves again


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 29, 2010



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