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Wednesday, September 12, 2012


I love to walk in rainy weather,
and holding hands with you.
I love the light, but prefer a cloud
To keep the sun well veiled.

Sol holds little nostalgia,
while the drops of rain hold much.
Like brothers and sisters
To all the tears I’ve cried.

So desperate does the rain attempt
to cleanse my soul of sadness
Try as it may, it only act is
to puddle within my scar.

But being in your presence
and walking hand in hand
Is the only sunshine
That keeps me safe and warm.

©June 25, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

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