orgami's Diaryland Diary

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down spout

the dry sun
runs hot
spilling
off the water
like the hiss
of rains
the chill
of it to arrive

like a mood ridden
lover
awakened in the night
sleep talking
and stirred
by the wounds
like winds
in the canvas
of the soul...

2:24 p.m. - 2013-10-03

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