Looking forward to another day,
The sky lined with a soft crimson and baby blue.
Golden as it seems,
The sky cries out softly to me.
Dulled by a sudden gray,
Rainy and mundane,
I embrace your tears.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
pouring Rain
Posted by tanteemay at 10:10 PM 0 comments
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