FeralA Poem by *Rain*It's not done. But it is, either way.When my words run out, My heart will still beat. Though sound may be gone, Love will still keep. What was and will be All merge into one And nothing could erase What has been done. So drown the crashing waves, And fight the heat with flame For all we touch is golden Wild, and untamed. Surround me in your words, Guild me with your heart, And no matter the span between us, Never will we be apart, © 2009 *Rain* |
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