Wednesday, July 8, 2009

The leaky pipes up within the clouds
They're pouring down on me
The rain is warm,
it touches the skin like delicate fingertips
Pleasantly soaking me inside out
Washing away the dirt layering itself on the outside of my soul
What was once wearing me thin
Is now a puddle surrounding my feet
I'm free to walk away completely pure
Hand in hand with the sky

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