Without Exactness MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   The soothing calm of chaos ...

Rain falling,

beating a rhythm into all surfaces it touches.

The world is ebony, highlighted

by the glow of the Moon.

I glide toward you

Dripping, all is wet.

We pause for a kiss

just to make sure

it's not a dream.

The raindrops begin to


They call to me

without exactness.

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on Feb. 12 2010 at 11:15 am
bluegirl440 DIAMOND, Park City, Utah
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Favorite Quote:
Everybody lies. -House

fantastic poem!


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