Monday, April 20, 2009

Rain


This is my, recollection of rain.
The smell of wet surfaces
Breeding green and fresh
April’s predictions
May’s revelations
Both, expressions of beauty
The precedence of a tracing in the air
cursive frozen smiles
the words of our moments are saved
on the lips of pastel skies
in a perfect still sunset.

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