poetry

November 16, 2012 § Leave a comment

poetry.

it sang songs to me, in the deep depths

when words would have otherwise been empty

void of feeling, and therefore, meaning.

 

poetry.

not my lifesaver, but somewhat a rescuer

sitting on the shore, awaiting my surface

we welcome each other delightedly

 

poetry.

companions, we will run

and when the sun sets, I would have met you again

Laughing, with the rain this time.

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