As I walk down the path well well-worn
I find myself
Missing the caress of droplets
On my arms,
The quiet murmur as they reconciled with the ground--
_sha.... sha...._
The cold puddles slipping into socks
And the memory of your umbrella
As we danced in the rain.
May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 3:11 AM UTC
As I walk down the path well well-worn
I find myself
Missing the caress of droplets
On my arms,
The quiet murmur as they reconciled with the ground--
_sha.... sha...._
The cold puddles slipping into socks
And the memory of your umbrella
As we danced in the rain.
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