It is raining. The soft breeze carrying the fragrence of damp earth enters and brings me a much required respite from the angry heat.
Slowly but steadily the ground drinks greadily, pulling every drop into it.
As I write this my eyes grow weary, the darkness consumes me.
Perhaps it has already consumed me....
I wish the rain could help me bring my weary soul to rest, to peace.
To be held within the lulling slumber of the receding rain, is all I wish upon this withering soul.
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Rest is required not only for weary body but also for the weary soul.
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I Hope, I Wish
PoetrySometimes when it seems that all is dark remember after night there is always a dawn, no matter how long it takes it will always come. These are some thoughts that I get and sometimes my emotions. I really hope that I can forget the reality and liv...
