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Every Night.

Rain drowns the land
And in my hand
A fire burns
A heart beat yearns
A dulled Sense
A presence
Of her in mind
Her cold, blue eyes
And yes this rain
Upon the pain
of glass reflects
And Recollects
Her image, still
My dying will
I can't win
This won't end
Nothing I do
Can my heart mend

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  • Aeris36
    October 3

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    I like this poem, but if you're looking for suggestions - maybe stay consistent with your rhyming, every other line or every line - i prefer every other myself - but just a thought. Nice poem overall