Each breath I take hitches in my throat
As I look out over the flooded landscape,
Gutters overflowing with loose ends,
Trees, once tall and grand,
Now blocking miles of road before me
And I wonder
How did I not notice the rain?
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PoetryWhat is it I see Through these wavering glass spheres? Foreign tongues written far off in the heavens, Feelings incarnate, Scrawled across the bottomless sky For the seraphs and me alone to read. ~~~~~~~~~~ HIGHEST RANK: #257 (8/28/16) Vote if you e...
