thinking of you as the first raindrops come rushing down from heaven

I remember the spring

that once was.

I remember you

being

out there, somewhere,

making the sun,

the tiniest bit brighter;

the flowers,

dancing in the wind,

excited by your presence.

I dream of the summer

that will come,

once you choose it.

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thinking of you as the first raindrops come rushing down from heaven by Dimitrios Kokkinos is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License