Wetted Poems - Poems about Wetted

Who is love love Farewell those wetted tears I shed Take a bow I greive for love Don't mourn for me Joined infinitely, you said But I want to live Without yon dreams The shadows are my only companion Farewell those the sadden tears these I shed Fond farewell ado my darling Farewell to the sadden tears these I shed Fond farewell to the sadness so do...

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Walking on the newly wetted ground, After a long spell of Winter drought, I ponder how rain never fails to astound: This valuable shower we can't do without! As I tread on the browne'd earth Browned by the shower of yester-night, I wonder where I got such a worth: To be watched with such close oversight! Someone's delivering service to me, Loyally, like an...

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I wish for you to be like a stone just thrown onto the shore still wet with salt and water your colors all revealed not dried by living...not faded by too much exposure I long for us both to feel just birthed again as from the sea Like the first crawling creatures brave enough to go where no creatures had...

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Like on edge of a wetted cloud I remember your speech, my sound makes more brighter again your night than the glory of their daylight. And we are out of land, you know, We're so high, like the stars we go. There's no shame, there is no despair Now or latter, of course, I dare And I call you hear all my strive, You're...

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As it seems I will be wetted, Clouds has fallen on the earth, I don’t want to drink, I let it to somebody else of course. I don’t blame, bad words are sleeping, I breathe in the lead of rain, No conditions, the sky's weeping And so be it, I’m insane. No rebukes, I will accept it, I am laughing in its face I don’t...

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like the wetted bows that do not break bending deeply before the weight of white give when giving is already impossible to bear to allow in ones very cells....truest blind trust the exquisiteness of the ultimate letting opening one's clinched hand the butterfly does fly away...but...

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