Taking in the crisp, clean air, I smiled
Dancing in the rain was something I enjoyed
As my legs move with no control, I stumble
" Here, take my hand " he said.
His stormy grey eyes boring into me, smiling
He encapsuled my hand, warmth spreading throughout
Pulling me up, I giggled
" Thank God for the rock" for without it, I would have never touched those scar filled hands
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