Thursday, January 17, 2008

A she…

A rain was she,
Chill and pouring into.

A rose was she,
Red and smiling upon.

A dream was she,
Soft and cherishing for.

A drop was she,
Elixir and cooling in.

Now, a storm is she,
Married and carrying by.

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof...

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