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It is raining today, the rain always brings out a yearning in me, a calling if you will for something that i cant even put a name and form too. Just a soul cry for a missing piece. This is that

Musky earth 

wet pavement 

the smell of rain 

I open up my door

and let it flood my senses 

I feel your hand 

reach out 

I close my eyes and get swept away 

we waltz on lingering memories 

suspend in time and motion 

hand in hand 

cheek to cheek 

we spin

we twirl 

somewhere off in the distance thunder bellows

and the spell is broken 

you bow and turn away 

leaving me soaking in the 

seas of yesterday  

Reviews

[terry smith]

hauntingly beautiful!! I just love your poetry! :)