Thursday, January 9, 2014

The Rain of Pain

As I walked today, the wind whistled so loudly I had to stop and listen
It spoke so forcefully, it commanded my attention
It drew me in and stilled my pace
I looked up and as the branches swayed
It sounded like rain
but the skies were clear and the earth was dry
What I heard was the pain of life's forgotten ones


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