Silent Rain

January 26, 2012
Jagged mist chained
as birds are to the sky,
consuming
a dreamer.
Looking
into the bleak shadows
of reality.
The glass pane
sh
a
tt
ers
as the innocent wanders.
Thunder
rolls to the beat
of an envious predator.
Step.

Silence.
A blurred refection,
a fading memory.
A dream,
I wish I could be.
Bittersweet simplicity.





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