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Rain,
Falling down
Like sharp needles.
They pierce through my skin
And wash the darkness of my soul.
The rain becomes glowing light as it reaches my lifeless core.
It polishes my immortal self and awakens its dry essence back to life.
Knees to the ground, I worship this heavenly gift pouring down on me.
I pray, I beg forgiveness to the elemental messengers of God.
Bless thee for granting me this cleansing.
Allowing my light to shine
And free itself
From eternal
Darkness.
Ana Star
January 4th 2007
Falling down
Like sharp needles.
They pierce through my skin
And wash the darkness of my soul.
The rain becomes glowing light as it reaches my lifeless core.
It polishes my immortal self and awakens its dry essence back to life.
Knees to the ground, I worship this heavenly gift pouring down on me.
I pray, I beg forgiveness to the elemental messengers of God.
Bless thee for granting me this cleansing.
Allowing my light to shine
And free itself
From eternal
Darkness.
Ana Star
January 4th 2007
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this is a prime poem and reverse prime poem, each line has a prime number like so:
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Nice.