Bullets
Down it came, A wondrous rain, To wash away the day. To take the wishes, Lingered kisses, And launder out the pain. A kind of rinse, With standard sense, No one could describe. Change it brings, Not common things, So one may feel alive. Once its done, And out the sun, Life continues on. Until the next, Brief refresh, Of blue water bullets.
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