There have been many nights
When the softly falling rain
Under the lonely streetlamp,
Or the cries of the tawny owls
In the broken down shed
Have been my only companions.
And yet tonight, I don't feel so alone
With the memory of your
Soft green gaze in my head.
I'll pick a bouquet of wildflowers
In hopes to ease your pain;
Watch the roots grow in water,
While the window's on the latch
And we listen to the rain.
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Author:
SerenWise (
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Comments1
Wonderful words SerenWise, this really grabbed me. Listening to the rain can be so wonderful.
Andy
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