As the rain drops kissed my skin
Memories began to serenade my soul
Dancing to the melody in my head,
When it rains it pours unleash the floods
The rain came and with it also mud
Perfection is never achieved smoothly.
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Poems Upon Poems
Poetry"As she stopped to catch her breath, She looked back only to realize that He was no longer holding her hand Now she must walk in the dark alone." #48 12/29/15
