Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Candid Conversation

The breeze, calm and composed,
Teases my hair, plays with it.
I close my eyes and,
I am the breeze.

Raindrops on my face,
Soft and intermittent.
The urge to separate, so strong, 

The raindrops fall faster,
My thoughts, slow down.
I let go.
The lightning bolt, approves.

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