Pleasure Streams

December 11, 2008 § Leave a comment

 

We know not
which way to run
in darken cellars.
We stand in a circle
of celebrations;
immune
by the vibrations
under our feet.
We feel a storm
is coming.
Yet we cannot see
the rain falling
from the skies…
over us, until
we have drown.

 

© Sonya Rose

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