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"Summer Rain" this is my poetry book about in English I was writing about in some poems in this book maybe love with writing with him upon my mood so much wonderful poetry is waiting here with you read my poems and enjoy with my pain an d gain about my poems welcome with "summer rain" now I am also waiting for it summer rain now the summer was finished I am writing with this book what can I do? I am waiting for rain here with next with you...
I was just lying there, dark red blood oozing slowly from my wound. My whole body was throb, throb, throbbing; it felt as though I had entered my own heart, and felt its beat across me, my fingers, my toes, my growing tailbone and wings…the pain was so intense. I knew at that point, this is the day I’m going to die. I just lye there, waiting, waiting for what happens to everyone before they die to happen to me; I was waiting for ‘my life to flash before my eyes.’ I tried to look down, to see what was causing this wretched bloodlust; but I couldn’t see it, my eyes were clouded with blood, black blood. Though I could not see, I could feel, I was clutching onto whatever it was jabbing into my stomach. It was a blade, but it felt more like cloth. A shadow blade. I heard someone call my name, someone I know, a friend I think; I couldn’t tell, my vision started to blur, and fade to black; as though I were simply falling asleep.
"Summer Rain" this is my poetry book about in English I was writing about in some poems in this book maybe love with writing with him upon my mood so much wonderful poetry is waiting here with you read my poems and enjoy with my pain an d gain about my poems welcome with "summer rain" now I am also waiting for it summer rain now the summer was finished I am writing with this book what can I do? I am waiting for rain here with next with you...
I was just lying there, dark red blood oozing slowly from my wound. My whole body was throb, throb, throbbing; it felt as though I had entered my own heart, and felt its beat across me, my fingers, my toes, my growing tailbone and wings…the pain was so intense. I knew at that point, this is the day I’m going to die. I just lye there, waiting, waiting for what happens to everyone before they die to happen to me; I was waiting for ‘my life to flash before my eyes.’ I tried to look down, to see what was causing this wretched bloodlust; but I couldn’t see it, my eyes were clouded with blood, black blood. Though I could not see, I could feel, I was clutching onto whatever it was jabbing into my stomach. It was a blade, but it felt more like cloth. A shadow blade. I heard someone call my name, someone I know, a friend I think; I couldn’t tell, my vision started to blur, and fade to black; as though I were simply falling asleep.