Monday, November 28, 2016

Water 8th March 1995

Soothe.
Soft and smooth.
Rhythmic rain
send me to sleep.
Penetrate the silence
too loud and deep.
Go.
Fast and slow.
Make the mould grow.
Grace.
Drown in your embrace.
Die.
Tears to cry.
Flood the roads,
Close the school.
Take him away,
Make me a fool.

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