Day 29 / veil

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Outside it was raining like hell
We made love in that old attic

Clouds could be seen flying to the Moon

Our souls - dancing
Like unseen - in a concrete world.

I love the rain, even if it puts a veil on my eyes
Weightening my feathers

No one knew where I was anymore
It was my world.

I did not want it to end
But I can no longer reach the Moon.

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