orgami's Diaryland Diary

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THE FOLLOWING

rise like rain
fall like damp wet petals
this blossom of will
thick like the memory
of time
sliding against the
glass
rippling in the puddles
and singing low in the
damp mud by lonely creekbanks
there are dark rivers
flowing in coursing streams
where no light comes

where the dark eyes of idols
sleep

12:22 p.m. - 2011-05-30

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