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Post by kalotaable on Jan 14, 2012 23:59:37 GMT -5
The heating sun, the summer’s heat Animals restless, people are beat The heating ground beneath my feet
A burst of chilly air In the hottest hour God displaying his mighty power The rushing sand, the sun is sour Heat fearing the coming shower
The sky shows its darker side With sparking sin flashing beside Now time comes for him to decide Does he has to commit suicide
Time has come for him to die Won’t ever again will he lie No trick, no need to be sly With wings broken he won’t fly
His blood dropping down on the ground below Being gentle, shows grace and slows the flow Paining non though rewards all Fulfilled its destiny, so high so tall What a beautiful fall
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Post by T.J. Barber on Feb 3, 2012 19:53:31 GMT -5
Beautiful writing. I enjoy reading your work. It has a certain appeal to it that cannot be found just anywhere. Keep it up!
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