and you will keep me safe, and you will keep me close, and rain will make the flowers grow

a little fall of rain
rhoda. 23. nus. dgms. choir. sing(:

can hardly hurt me now


this rain will wash away what's past
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i'll sleep in your embrace at last
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Monday, September 01, 2008 3:56 PM


Looking out, a pinnacle looms. 
Lined with faceless windows. e
ach and every line, a different 
story, a different life. All of the
m brought arbitrarily together
to form a unit, the pinnacle. Bu
t has anyone ever wondered w
hat happens behind each facele
ss square? The stories of love a
nd belonging that warms heart
s. They colour each square a be
autiful shade of yellow-orange,
warm light spilling out over th
e four lines, hoping to claim ju
st a little more, to spread the m
essage of love and light. then t
here are the little squares of cl
ear light that illuminate the da
rkness waiting hoping for a fath
er or a mother to return the lon
ging is intense and cuts right thr
ough the night andtherearetheb
lackedoutsquarestheyaresilenti
mmovablepiecesofvacuumdont
strayanywherenearlestyoubeswalloweduptoo.