Remembered

The gentle drip of the rain
Blends easily with the tish tish of

The grass. The wind is gentle today

And merely gives my cheek the brush

Of a kiss before she is gone again.

The chime hung from the roof mutely clangs

The world is so quiet. . .

The windows are all shut

I silently sit in my Lovers misty arms

A ghost figure who comes with the rain.

The moon sheds tiny tears which gather on the leaves.

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