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Esker
Esker
Apr 18, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

precipitation


it was raining when you picked me up
and when you dropped me off with a
cardboard box of my crap

falling steadily
at the entrance to the gas bar

my one qaurter to call someone
who cared
and came and got me

I still love the rain

— Esker, Apr 18, 2010

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Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Esker

Esker

15 years 11 months ago

what bout dis!

tis ending and falling in with steps towards away with walk with the morning sun breaking hot and fresh walk with the day ending the rail line by the ancient lake cross the high metal trestles the ravens nesting on the beams the water swiftly channel run Bala Torrance knowing that the cold sweeping is coming the road empty passing cars and walking the boreal swamp meadows while the stars turn overhead gleaming their bright hope their history of knowing thoughts of the creator we rise and walk and we lay while death takes us and our passage short or long will be swept like dust in the turn of generations and the sun will rise and the sun will fall and the stars while smile thats what this is about..........