Rain

Sat, 09/07/2013 - 03:49 -- Prosody

Rain.. The only beautiful thing I have left.
Rain.. The only thing that I can respect.
Rain.. It's always the same,
it doesn't change, until one day.
Rain.. It will be destroyed.
Rain.. Will absorb all the molecules, 
from the missiles that are deployed.
Rain.. Will fall upon you, and eat your flesh.
Rain.. Will no longer contain life, 
but instead it will bear death.
Rain.. Why can't you last?
Rain.. I love you, 
but you evaporate too fast.
Rain.. I will wait for you to come back.
Rain.. I love you, but soon you will kill me,
and thus will be proven.
That love doesn't last.

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