Like dew drops, you come and rest on my hair
Like little stars you sparkle under pale street lights
You land on my face, a smile is born
You trickle down, I feel you under my skin
You surround me like mist
I hear your whispered promise
And, I will wait to meet you again...
cold winter rain....
Friday, November 30, 2007
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