Remembering You in the Rain
If I ever
In the cold dawn
Let the rain drip down upon my brow,
It is because
Quietly goes the sound of autumn fleeing
Spreading, oh, so lightly,
The colors of your mind.
In the cold dawn
Let the rain drip down upon my brow,
It is because
Quietly goes the sound of autumn fleeing
Spreading, oh, so lightly,
The colors of your mind.
This Poems Story
Standing in the rain remembering how a person made you feel.
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