Waiting for the Rainbow

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By Cutie In A Death Cab •

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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May 11, 2005 07:21FirePoet

Wow! A very strong read with just so few words. Beautiful piece.