While the downpour blurs the colors
outside the window pane,
you alone appear
like a torrent washing down my face.
I let you cling to me
as if to drench my shirt,
but you left so soon,
the sky breaking out in blue
and here I am
still soaking from you.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
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