June 19, 2009

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  • Rain

    June 19, 2009


    I.

     

    Through the fog

    I see figures moving

    But I feel if I proceed

    I will only get

    engulfed in the vapor.

     

    I feel the cold

    Gradually turning

    Hot enough to burn

    Then it eats me.

     

    II.

     

    Lost little boy

    In a wasteland

    Without his mother.

     

    III.

     

    I wouldn’t fear the rainstorms

    If you were here to dance with me

    In the lightning strobe light to thunder’s song.

     

    IV.

     

    If a bolt struck

    The tall trees

    I would be

    Crushed beneath.

     

    V.

     

    Lost young man

    Dancing in the fog

    Without a partner.

     

    Safe from the rainstorm

    Away from the trees

    In the calm

    Between hot and cold.

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    trocka7 commented on June 19, 2009

    06-20-2009

    I love everything about this, thanks for sharing it!

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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