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The Cold And Brittle Rain

Contributed by S_K_Williamson on Thursday, 18th September 2003 @ 03:45:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



I find myself out walking
I love the forest tall
My mind is in pure motion
as the memories come to call
All the pain I once endured
I thought... now just a memory
Has come back for a visit
hauntingly... sets it's sights on me
I wander though the wooded lands
the trees protect me some
Pain has a way to penetrate
I feel it...yes...it has come
To ease my mind I wander
aimless... not caring where I go
while under clouds of agony
skies open their torrential flow
Arms up... I face the heavens
cry out to Him above...
Help me not to fall back down
let me continue to feel love
I know that He has heard my cries
perhaps...the answer's up to me
I will have to search my soul
to see what it could be
Until I find my answers
I will wander in my pain
The trees and I get wetter
from the cold and brittle rain






Copyright © S_K_Williamson ... [ 2003-09-18 15:45:00]
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Re: The Cold And Brittle Rain (User Rating: 1 )
by jaeann on Thursday, 18th September 2003 @ 04:50:59 PM AEST
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from the title to the prose..........you are truly a brilliant writer.......welcome........


Re: The Cold And Brittle Rain (User Rating: 1 )
by LovingWhispers on Thursday, 18th September 2003 @ 07:14:25 PM AEST
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I couldnt agree more with Jaeann..A brilliant piece!


Re: The Cold And Brittle Rain (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Friday, 19th September 2003 @ 08:47:40 AM AEST
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this is beautiful and there is no other place more calming and peaceful than the forest. I hope for you piece and many happy blessing and comfort. Lovely write friend.
michelle




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