Rain Beats
Sooth the thirsty throat,
Of our sucking dreams.
Come with your watery keys,
Unlock imprisoned hopes.
About to wither,
In the dungeon of our souls.
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Come rain, come lift me with your wings,
Into the night of fancy.
Spent on comforting bosom,
Of the one with dimpled cheeks.
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Poems We Are Fighting For (Completed)
Poetry*** Poems We Are Fighting For *** Poems are about observing the world with and around us. A poem can be anything: from love to loss, from the rusty gate at the old farm to your lovely parents at home. This consists of poems you can be proud to meet...
