Seed's poetry corner: a pair of poems

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((I'm feeling too sick to post a proper entry. But I figure the rain would he inspired Seed))


We sit and watch rain
fall onto the darkened lake.
Reflections ripple.

Grey World

The water is brightly blackened,
the reflections broken by raindrops.
The light that falls through the trees
is the grey light of underwater.
The rain-light corrupts the colors
of the flowers, mutates the shades
of every fern and every beast.
We shiver in the chill of the rain
that rots away our strength,
makes us sleepy and reflective
as the surface of the rippling pond.
But today
there are candles
that seem very bright.

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