Saturday, February 5, 2011

Day 2

Drip, drip, drip
Fall upon the graves
Covered in snow
And lined against the narrow,
Dark and foreboding sky.

Drip, drip, drip
Comes the rain
In a world of endless
Gray.

Drip, drip, drip
For the endless cycle
To cycle again.
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