Tuesday, April 21, 2009
A Sonnet
Rain Rain go away. Don't come back another day. I mourned you once, but now I'm through. I'm ready to be done with you! You left me once to my lament. Then you came back and I was spent. I do not wish you back this time, nor to merge your life with mine. You held a beauty all your own. The depths of me you may have known. Yet you are not the balm I need, to keep closed wounds we've known to bleed. So please be done, and gone this time. And leave me to enjoy what's mine!
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