DownPour

I dream..
To see you.
I scream..
To feel through.
I kiss..
To listen deep.
I freeze..
To glisten weep.
I hold..
To cease cold.
I breathe..
To unfold.
I fear..
To fight fair.
I stare..
Until the last flair.
I run..
Until feet’s give up.
I climb..
Obsolete heights.
I waited..
Too long.
I lie..
But cannot forget..
The downpour.
A tormented outburst..
The sights which vanish.
Until I famish.

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