by Unknown
Aug 2009 337 Views 0 comments
Drive on my Muse
She is driving
Along the dark highway.
The rain pours, dropping visions on my shell.
She is whispering.
I am safe.
Outside the jesting rain,
challenging waters to rise above.
The headlights strobe to the distance,
Scuttling glass pellets to the shade.
She is driving.
Along the dark highway.
The rain pours, dropping visions on my shell.
She is whispering.
I am safe.
Outside the jesting rain,
challenging waters to rise above.
The headlights strobe to the distance,
Scuttling glass pellets to the shade.
She is driving.
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Posted: Aug 2009
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