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Falling…Falling Rain

waterdovewritings

Do come to me

When the sky

Painted gray.

Do come to me

When the wind sways

In either way.

Upon my hair,

Silken you shall be.

Upon my eyes,

The pearls rolled.

Upon my lips,

The nectar tasted.

Do glide upon my flesh,

Forever warmed you will be,

And sink into me,

As you will be kept.

Yet fall not between the smog,

As you will be clouded.

And fall not upon the edges,

As you will be broken.

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