Falling From the Ground

October 3, 2010
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Throughout, through-in, and thorough the days,

Water rushes,


Washes them away.

Upon his face so she will gaze
But wishes not in days
Of light decay and mad flights,

But in the dreams of the starry nights.

As the blue rises to his brow
Her heart will run with gold and the shower’s

Of rain will fall upon his dreary face
Of dreary days of whites and greys.

When dawn broke once again to moonlight day

Light came once again to sovereign save.

And once again she stood still....

Gazing upon his translucent face.

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