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The sound of the rain
as it falls from the sky,
puddles the ground on this morn

I failed to write
a new poem for you,
here in the midst of the storm

I want you to know
that my thoughts are of you,
regardless of weather I find

This may be late,
but good morning my love,
*always you are on my mind

By Arcassin Burnham


I can see the mystic eagle,
And the sight of you is pretty lethal,
Good with numbers and still on the ones and twos from which the knowledge you lack,
Used to think you had it all with the lotus flower,
You've Lost the power,
You can be the best you can,
Prepared for every ultimatum,
Almost like ***** Diana,
No showers tooken,
Michael Jackson couldn't bless you with the moonwalk,
Now gravity's pulling,
Stand clear of the meteor shower,
Put on my clothes,
And I'll be out in an hour,
There he goes again doing another unknown,
For he knows not of his purpose,
But to create one,
To see if its worth it,
All the success in the world and nobody deserves it,
I could be only one to perfect a new born aura,
Going strong while the rest are screaming new world order.