That which goes through the clouds yellow lining, <br />shadow of your keeper <br />rain and more rain which is newly spotted, <br />concisely to the feeling which is slowly it's sensitiveness, <br />do not to worry over the fact, <br />that the movement of an ever widening circle, <br />and you open one eye, nurse it and worry do to enter easily, <br />it is not possible to be able to obtain, <br />an understanding when guttural primitive language, <br />rather than being thus deeper, the earth laid out keeps, <br />deeper still each new feeling do you feel as it shakes <br />the finger which stimulates each nerve between the curve <br />and to the shadow of your perpetual keeper...... <br />how softly it whispers, <br />and death being......'Careful'.....opens slowly and enters.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shadow-of-your-keeper/
