Clouds of the darkest lavender
Beset the Israeli afternoon
They send down their piercing rain
A well timed melancholy monsoon
The rain does not sting
As it laces across my torpid face
But it mixes with my tears
Washing my cheeks as if to displace
...The pain I allowed to settle there
Clouds of the darkest lavender
Swept in from the noble sea
They send warm rains down
Washing the whole of me
Their color reminds me of your dress
The one from happy hour
And how you wear class with such finesse
And melt with me in showers
...I remember, I cherish, your laughter
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A/N:
Hygiene is very important. Shower often!
So this is kinda a cutesy sentimental poem, not my norm, at least I don't think so.
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Keep it Pop'n,
-DarthPadre
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