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Memory (Rainy day)

Poetry By: Mistress of Word Play

That one moment in time and the thought of him is what inspired this write. To my husband Gary. Love ya babe.

Submitted:Sep 22, 2009    Reads: 365    Comments: 14    Likes: 27   

The moon was high above the trees,
there blew across a gentle breeze,
and rain it fell like tears.
So beautiful like new fallen snow,
Most precious sight e'er to know,
eraser of my deepest fears.
A canvas stretched from here to there,
star shine piercing rain clad air,
and a memory it starts to flower.
I walk the rain soaked barren street,
and recall a memory ah so sweet,
a secret place, that special hour.


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