When rain falls...

June 30, 2013

There are many beautiful things, but none that sing....

like the falling rain...

Slowly falling in time,

trickleing down this face of mine.

To touch the skin,

who's fire has been.

Who's devotion,

flooded the face with emotion.

So clear and ow so dear,

to wipe away all my tears.

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