Monday, September 04, 2006


My Pain My Pane

Merle Bush

As the rain caresses my window pane
A constant repetition is sustained
Raindrops mating and racing in vain
Sky’s opened up and crying my name
Conundrum flows within my pain
Has nature’s fruit gone insane
Are we going back from whence we came
Or reaping what creation’s deigned
Mercy please, may Thy wrath be waned

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