Encased in such comfort,
as a child in it's mothers womb.
Outside the soothing hush of rain,
slapping the slates, and making sleep
seem all the more worthwhile,
O' but such joyful bliss can bring a man to ruin.
...You'll notice when you wake up.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
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1 comment:
Thats a really cool poem, i love the pause at the end.
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