The sort you'll find in bookstores
and greeting card racks,
with nice colors and illustrations,
with words, simple and sweet.
It doesn't have a dried rose petal
with leaves and stem on the page.
It doesn't come with a bouquet either
wrapped with eucalyptus or rosemary’s.
It doesn't know how to start,
and not sure how to end.
It's like that nimbus
hovering in your sky,
but never letting go
of the rain.
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