rain dance

rain dance

A Poem by winter;lyra

Wading pain
Fading and waking
Victim of a thousand feints
I know what I made in gold coins
But does she know what she paid to the boatman?
Styx and stiffened bedrock
Rock with the starts
You're not even confused
Because there you commute your reason
To some other mission that only you know of

Wander and stunt down another man
It is all, I guess
Just a rain dance
Whatever falls, it is on you to blame

© 2017 winter;lyra


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Added on October 17, 2017
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