Becomes The Weather
By redmoon
Well, It seems to coast like it never should have. It seems to dance in the rain. And our coats, soaked throught the leather; We're all damp with admiracy. The clouds are creeping down the skyline, forming shadows in the dawn. And when we all become who we are, we'll rejoice with our new bond. The rain overtakes me, hiding without shame. The clouds can't overtake me: Rage becomes the weather. Rage became weather in a subtle light. Rays of all different shades lend themselves to join twilight. And if all the stars would align, we'd commerce to see this lovely sight. We'd all be together in the rain, abundant sun, and we'd run, closer, together. The rain overtakes me. Falling down all the same. The clouds suffice within serenity: Spite becomes the weather. Written January 30th, 2002 © on Jan 30 2002 06:55 AM PST 0 • 10
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