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Tuesday, 28 September 2010

PARK RAIN BACK STORY



Amongst rustling trees
we slowly walked,
as the hum of the city
eased our silence.
Lazy rolls of distant thunder
and the chill of the night
were my friends;
drawing your hand to mine,
as we made for shelter.
We spoke of the future,
but a fear of change engulfed me,
for we would be apart,
maybe forever;
and the tear in my eye,
which I tried to deny
as a spot of rain,
rolled down my cheek
as you gently squeezed my hand;
then we ran for cover
as the heavens opened,
shrieking with our urgency ........
PARK RAIN

The rain rodded down,
pock-marking the pond
as the moon shone
in a halo of colours.
Sheltered we stood
by a roof and our hearts
whilst the rain fell,
spitting to the ground
in a crackling dance
to a whispering breeze;
for the wind was light
as the feeling inside,
and I held your hand
as you held my heart.
You kept me from the cold,
for you warmed me from inside;
and I loved you then.

 

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