That night our anger and pain <br />took the shape of a rain <br />poured down - lashing slaps <br />in the face of blooming daisies <br />plashing water's smooth surface <br />of puddles oiled by yellow moon <br />In the morning I felt... ashamed <br />looking at the soaked faces <br />of the beaten tender daisies.<br /><br />ONElia AVElar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-f-lashback/
