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Parched

How wretched her days were

Dark clouds hanging over the horizon

Heavy with the promised rain

Taunting parched lands and her soul

If only the darkness breaks apart

To drench the world below

For the world was already breaking

And her mouth dry as the desert

-The elusive scribe 06152017-

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Under the Rain

I shall stand under the rain,
letting its waters cool me down.
I have so many hurts within
that need to be washed away.
I will let my hair get wet,
and my cloathes soaked,
and hope that the waters penetrate
and clean my dirtied soul.
I will stand under the rain
with my head bowed,
letting the water course down
along with the tears that leak from my eyes.
I will stand still and in silence,
hoping that the deluge will cover me whole,
sweeping away my loneliness
and making me whole once more.

-The Elusive Scribe 081913-

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Through Your Eyes

 

Through your eyes I saw how pretty life can be,
even when the sun gets obscured by dark clouds,
and the rain comes down pouring hard,
it will always end like problems do
with a bit of sunshine and rainbows too.

Through your eyes I saw how darkness can easily
consume
the mind of someone lost in love and hurt,
but then you showed me what loving hands can do
to hidden wounds and scars of long ago.

Through your eyes I saw how I can be a better version
of me,
when I thought I can go no further you were the one
who pulled me onwards.
Now it’s my turn to show you how wonderful life can
be,
if only you took the time to stop and see the world
right here with me.

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-The Elusive Scribe 041613-

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What’s A Little

 

What’s a little pain every now and then?
Even when you bleed, wounds do heal.
Scars can get left behind
along with their memories,
but the pain you can keep inside,
under a lock and key.

What’s a little hurt from time to time?
You’re alive hence you feel.
But the hurt can disappear if you allow it to,
and replace it with something better,
even when you feel like there is nothing
that will make you smile once more.

What’s a little bit of goodbyes,
when lovers go their separate ways?
When the morrow might bring a bit of rainbow
after the rain?
Bringing solace after all the hurt and pain.

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-eamarifosque 041113-