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TEARS IN THE RAIN


From whence cometh this dark cloud,
Casting shadows and growing thick,
Over my pains flowing aloud,
The trickles of a desolate creek.

Unto this deep pain do I yield,
Fierce and intense but none could see,
That hope be cold and comfort killed,
I'm struck by the deed; yes let it be.

Pain and anguish enclosed in my eyes,
Out you all that I may be free,
Wash along with the sore of the skies,
Hold not and let the rain hide thee.

#El_Magnificoā„¢

(Published in "Raven Cage Poetry and Prose Ezine #17")

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