She danced in the rain,
Bare feet slapping at the old, worn wood
Of the picnic table.
Her flushed cheeks
Burned bright in the cold wind,
Looking like rubies
In the fat drops of water
That the sky wept.
She looked like a faery queen
Dressed in just my t-shirt,
Dancing in the cold, fall rain.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 7:18 AM UTC
She danced in the rain,
Bare feet slapping at the old, worn wood
Of the picnic table.
Her flushed cheeks
Burned bright in the cold wind,
Looking like rubies
In the fat drops of water
That the sky wept.
She looked like a faery queen
Dressed in just my t-shirt,
Dancing in the cold, fall rain.
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