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Rain. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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The Red Rain
Hot dry passage of the unwalked space
How so do Arctic winds leave your halls?
All around is naught but ore,
where dust has all but settled.
Come hither, freeze my soul
For amongst the flame of life
I stand and sweat
The drones slave on.