Unseasonal rain reminds me of you,
Surfacing like a memory
Buried far beneath …
As lightning rolls by the sky
I’m reminded of your smile,
Rare and electric,
And a joy to behold.
The thunder of your timbre
Reverberates within me,
Now and always.
The cold breeze envelopes me,
All over,
Like your arms once did.
In the refreshed earth,
I can smell your scent,
Parching me from within …
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This was a captivating read Wanderer. Thank you for sharing it for OLN,
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Thanks so much 😄
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Very nice!
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Thank you 🙂
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