Prosetry in Motion
a love affair with words
June 24, 2015
Mourn
sick of this earth
sick of its death
down comes the rain
down comes its mirth
thunderous moments, evening sky
down comes the rain
don’t let me cry
tortured with grief, lie after lie
don’t let me mourn
don’t let me die
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