The Black & White Poet

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My Prediction

Lying my back on this bed of ice
A bronze leaf flutter down from the sky
A message slipping from the desk of God
Through heavy air and chancing unto me
Yet I ache with reluctance to express
My gratitude that is overshadowed by fear
My judgement is not finalized
I have looked through the windows
Of a certain soul
And wonder upon my depth-
In future destiny
My heart genuinely loves…
Why do I predict more rain?

~DaYnA e. 4/11/04

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