We come from every direction;
gathering to the show.
A calling of the winds;
a longing of the soul.
Ready the lights;
open your eyes.
Seated in a cacophony;
ears burn with hope.
No show is made;
for all to marvel.
No music roars;
to sway the crowd.
The ringmaster smiles;
a look of joy firmly planted.
Rainfall is His show;
water falling under canopy.
The crowd once startled;
now bursting with excitement.
This cleansing rain;
has washed death away.
The ringmaster nods;
the rainfall quiets.
It is time to live;
as never before.














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"Use the talents you possess, for the woods would be very silent if no birds but the best sang." Henry Van Dyke
Yes, I'm not the best. I know it. But I love it- if I were the best, I'd have freaky fans. *runs screaming from imaginary fans*
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My dA Accounts:
Photography Account
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I are in the darkest corner of your mind
being morbid, and writing loud music quietly.
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My dA Accounts:
Photography Account
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Groups:
=christians
~ChristianWriters
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I are in the darkest corner of your mind
being morbid, and writing loud music quietly.
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