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By Cire Nehtrow Date: 2007 Jan 13 Comment on this Work [[2007.01.13.16.50.9421]] |
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Conservation of energy? Love will die as it grew, the groaning ashes, spent logs on the grate. The popping escape, sparks igniting anew, a fire the rain of life will rate. Why do we yearn for the pain, the hurt of love's limitations? Dream then despair for the rain, that drowns love's expectations? Come sun and clouds, loves and rains, burn me through then ash my soul. Love the passionate body and stain, my heart that loves to love the rain. |