Ecstasy

by

McKenna Byrne

Now that you are here
Sense registers for me
At every point
But I have no interest any more;
I cannot even whisper your name
For I have lost my voice;
My voice has become
The ecstasy of clouds
And I am rain
Falling silently
On roses.

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Why don't you look at The Whirlwind
by: John William McGrath III
from: Mesa, AZ, US

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