Without Exactness This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   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

whisper.

They call to me

without exactness.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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blueer220 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 12, 2010 at 11:15 am
fantastic poem!
 
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