Where did you go?
By h2whoa
It is raining. Where have you gone? I stand beneath the old oak tree, Calling your name. The sky is weeping, My heart is screaming out to you. There is no answering call. Where have you gone? The fearsome sky has stripped the trees, Of their hope and vigour. My cheeks burn red, The grey sky reaches out and consumes my body. It is raining. Written November 20th, 2001 © on Nov 20 2001 02:11 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"It is raining...."