I feel as it grazes my skin,
Drifting into my bones and freezing me from with sin.
Taking away sour words of mine,
Catching it with your goblet and tasting it like wine.
It touches the leaves of every tree,
Making them green- Not like my tears that are free.
Only washing away things in vain,
But not the unchangable mistakes or pain.
Running under it's gentle pelt slowly or quick, Making me lay in bed for a few days sick.
You hold my hand until I'm at my best,
In gentle caresses at evening time I rest.
Getting wet even when we hide, And making the ends of clothes wet after jumping in puddles outside.
And at the time when after a cease,
A dull rainbow stretches over the trees.
A. Gordon
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Destined And Fate
PoetryCollection Of Poems in my Head. For anyone who enjoy poetry or poems that are Out there.
