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Purity
Contributed by
rainbowrose
on
Saturday, 21st July 2007 @ 04:38:15 AM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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I walk on slowly through the trees
treading gently 'pon nature's blanket.
The sky above grows black and solemn.
Thunder cracks and lightning strikes.
Rain falls like tears upon my skin;
soaking, soothing, cold and cooling.
Breezes linger, soft and silken,
I close my eyes and feel the world.
Rumbling, churning, deep and deafening,
thunder grips me in its hold.
Raindrops falling; rhythmic, turbulent,
I hide my skin and hear the world.
Sultry skies of ashen clouds,
loom above in sombre shadows.
Raindrops glisten 'pon emerald leaves,
I co'er my ears and see the world.
Walking through the sodden land,
I've felt, heard, seen the world first hand.
And when sunlight breaks to claim the rain
Through nature I am cleansed again.
Copyright ©
rainbowrose
... [
2007-07-21 04:38:15] (Date/Time posted on
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