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The Autumn rain Drenches the Earth the leaves of trees continue to burn... While all around me Gray falls cold and heavy. My ego is weighted down by the atmosphere around me. My soul the same consistency of fog remains upright. I grow lighter. The rain falls through the gray world like liquid diamonds or Gods heavenly pearls... I look down at my ego mixing with the puddles of the ground reflecting the fire in the autumn trees. In me. Burning as rain falls Cold and heavy and clean All around and on everything. Today As I stand ghost like in the street Unseen I see beauty in the saddened faces of those around me Their egos too Are being drowned by the cold and heavy Gray rain. They cling to their bodies like hungry kittens climbing up your pant leg. They don’t hear me when I whisper “Let go.” If only they could catch Their reflection In a puddle and see the leaves of trees On Fire See themselves burning beautifully As cold, heavy, clean Rain, falls all around. Gently cleansing and washing our Souls And the trees Clean.
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Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 12:05 PM UTC
Like Diamonds
The Autumn rain Drenches the Earth the leaves of trees continue to burn... While all around me Gray falls cold and heavy. My ego is weighted down by the atmosphere around me. My soul the same consistency of fog remains upright. I grow lighter. The rain falls through the gray world like liquid diamonds or Gods heavenly pearls... I look down at my ego mixing with the puddles of the ground reflecting the fire in the autumn trees. In me. Burning as rain falls Cold and heavy and clean All around and on everything. Today As I stand ghost like in the street Unseen I see beauty in the saddened faces of those around me Their egos too Are being drowned by the cold and heavy Gray rain. They cling to their bodies like hungry kittens climbing up your pant leg. They don’t hear me when I whisper “Let go.” If only they could catch Their reflection In a puddle and see the leaves of trees On Fire See themselves burning beautifully As cold, heavy, clean Rain, falls all around. Gently cleansing and washing our Souls And the trees Clean.
Another poem on seasonal depression. Which has always thrown me off because winter is my favorite season! It's when I'm the most me.
theresa-grace
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theresa-grace
American
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 12:05 PM UTC
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