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Spring Days
Eyes closed
Senses open,
I smell the rain
as it comes pouring in.
I take one step,
Then back
As soft drops hit my nose.
A bristled coolness
Brushes my legs.
Storming winds jeer
Silent rustles beg.
A spot of moisture
Rolling to my lip,
The taste of crystals.
Teasing promises
And invisible dreams.
Senses open,
I smell the rain
as it comes pouring in.
I take one step,
Then back
As soft drops hit my nose.
A bristled coolness
Brushes my legs.
Storming winds jeer
Silent rustles beg.
A spot of moisture
Rolling to my lip,
The taste of crystals.
Teasing promises
And invisible dreams.
Published 23rd Jun 2011
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