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Blinded (Free verse) by lunar

As it pours down in sheets, Droplets spear my face and skin Im drenched in an instant, This downpour mirrors the loss i feel within. Through its river i wonder forth, Blinded, i call your name As i reach up to wipe my eyes, My lashes i find soaked not with rain, But the tears i cried. There is no shelter, And i dont know how long the grief will last I am already soaked to the skin, All i can do is wait and hope this storm will pass And sunlight will dance on my face once more.

Beseech 21-May-03/2:22 PM
very good, i like it, but of course the storm is only a metaphor. at least i hope thats how uve done it. its just my interpretation




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