Author: merja
Date:Sep 21 2008
In fear of Death I stepped out from the dryness And into the pouring ancientness of rain. She swirled about in torrents and like as not She pushed me softly back inside again Scurrying so scared, I ran back to the openness Thought be: 'Hurry or It shall devoureth me.' So forcefully I moved into the fivers and streams The storm is bent upon upsetting my sea And in the quiet I quiver, cold, awakened from my dreams Lasting impressions, that on the road safety awaits ANd though the deepds are dangeorus, push back any fear For death esapeth thee nought, you whom with It spakes. 25Dec1999