Waiting for the Rainbow, by Cutie In A Death Cab
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The drip drops
fall with purpose tonight.
Tears of an empathetic
guardian who, even though
an unblemished
neighbor to the Creator,
still can't extend
a beneficial hand from above,
through the cloudy barricades
to dry my sodden eyes.
A halo hangs crooked
and wings wilt
from discomfort I have shared.
The drip drops
fall with purpose tonight.
An angel cries with me.
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| Posted: 2005-04-17 02:11:43 UTC |
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| 2005-05-11 07:21:59 | FirePoet |
| Wow! A very strong read with just so few words. Beautiful piece. |