Post by xunpredictablel on Sept 4, 2010 17:45:13 GMT -5
do your worst 
a wind , reaches up and
brushes your hair from your
vulnerable face .
the sun gazes down and
kisses your cheeks with fervency,
‘please live,’
it whispers.
the trees bend to cover
your shivering body
from the torturous rain.
as you travel down
weather-worn paths
of broken leaves and twigs,
you take for granted
the whims of nature
to protect you
and as you reach up to
the stars at night, and graze them
with your quivering fingertips
you realize that your dreams are
betting for something that
doesn’t exist any-
more.
a wind , reaches up and
brushes your hair from your
vulnerable face .
the sun gazes down and
kisses your cheeks with fervency,
‘please live,’
it whispers.
the trees bend to cover
your shivering body
from the torturous rain.
as you travel down
weather-worn paths
of broken leaves and twigs,
you take for granted
the whims of nature
to protect you
and as you reach up to
the stars at night, and graze them
with your quivering fingertips
you realize that your dreams are
betting for something that
doesn’t exist any-
more.