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I love it when it rains v.2 (16-Aug-2009)

09 Aug

Over a hot caramel cup.
I have your jacket on.
Holding it tightly to keep me warm.
The smell of Kahlua lingers.

Memories.
Quite nostalgic.

But the rain is happy now.
It erased pictures of leaving.
Of pain and torment.
It speaks a different language.

Absolute.
More on a positive note.

I danced in the rain.
Under the blue gray skies
To be in touch with the self I lost.
It was liberating.

We forget about shadows.
As we move forward,
looking at the same direction.
Distressed but willing.

And yes, I bet it’s gonna rain tomorrow…

 

photo credit: (clockwise) projectwedding.com (1 & 3);
inmagine.com (4);  gettyimage.com (2)

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Posted by on August 9, 2012 in poetry, thoughts

 

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