Monday, October 13, 2003A SHOWER OF DESPAIRA drop of rain, gentle yet cold I breathe in the air; my eyes are closed A shudder to the frigid wind, a sadness in my eyes My hair is saturated with tears of the sky I stand in the storm that grows stronger with my pain Lost and abandoned in the unforgiving rain The wind attacks my cheeks as the... Sign in to see full entry.posted by JustJilly at 8:38 PM Comments (0) (link) |
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