Critical, creative and digital writingEcriture critique, créative et numérique

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05 2010  

A fire inside

Your absence is a drought. It is the darkness of naught That sets a fire inside of me And spreads as a fiery sea. Each thought of you is a spell That forges my body into a hell, For I am a lea of burning grass Without your rain, O beauteous lass. The fire inside is the pain of distance: A feeling that sears all in a glance. So I pray for your tears to fall And douse with rain my body all. Cry for me O splendid skies! Shed your love onto my eyes! Until the fire inside of me Can finally cease its absence spree.