Fill The Whole Sky

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I read this really great poem in a poetry book that I have, so I thought that I would post it in my journal, here goes:

They call her reality
She is the no girl.
A lost soul.
She comes out at night
When the rain falls soft. Heavy.
She likes it that way.
No one speaks to her
Except the wet grass...
And maybe the thundering
Sky...
She is alone

-Leah Blumer

btw, I got this icon from eomir icons...it's awesome, thanks!