Bygone
days Rain falling this afternoon, Has left me in a melancholy swoon. It brought with it the soft, misted, watered, colors of memories Each puddle reflected the muted colors, thinned, by the rain. Memories of
days gone by, Events and
days not so clear in my mind. Memories that sang the same refrain, I need to return to those things, and
days gone from me. With each drop of the rain I smiled, with a thought, There are still some things I could reclaim. No; not those things just to watere...
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