April 9, 2010
By _Jinx_ GOLD, Liberty, South Carolina
_Jinx_ GOLD, Liberty, South Carolina
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The rain
Stings as it falls on her cheeks.
Each little drop
Could easily be its own little world.

They caress her skin
Like a loving mother,
Plummet her legs
Like a bothersome brother.

Clouds reflected in her eyes
Start mixing with rain
Forming her own
Special painting of pain.

Her heart is heavy
Like lead sails and paper anchors
Like a bird with clipped wings
Will she ever
be able
to follow
Her dreams?

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