A gentle patter across roofline as her tender rains began to fall.
A chill has found the air while I slept. It reminds me all the times you told me to stay strong when I’d nothing left to give.
These days as the seasons pass, gentle words pull heart string back further than before in the days of my youth.
Laughter more funny and tears more salty as these line begin to cross my face. So many memories locked inside, each just an echoes of the things that I’ve become and that I have been.
These days I wonder through medicated field of flowers and textures soft as silk as look to find my way. Maybe if I follow the rain instead of my heart then this garden will once again grow.
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