The worms
On the ground
In the damp
In the cold
The rain
Beats the worms
Laying still
In the cold
The worms
Beneath your feet
On the ground
In the damp
The clouds
Eat the sun
Pour the rain
On the ground
The worms
Cannot cry
Cannot weep
In the rain
The world
Cannot see
Every worm
Every cloud
The worms
In the damp
Do not know
There’s a sun
Your heart
With every beat
Kills a worm
Eats the rain
The worms
The worms
The worms
Cannot see
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This poem makes me cry everytime I read it.
ReplyDeleteIt also makes me insanely jealous that I didn't write it.