rain against the rooftop,
an old melody in my head,
and a bittersweet taste against my tongue.
early may’s rain falls quick and soft
to april’s soft flower bed,
and steals away the setting sun.
it is with quick resolve
and soft delay
that i sit here,
overcast,
alone today.
— a night in may
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC
rain against the rooftop,
an old melody in my head,
and a bittersweet taste against my tongue.
early may’s rain falls quick and soft
to april’s soft flower bed,
and steals away the setting sun.
it is with quick resolve
and soft delay
that i sit here,
overcast,
alone today.
— a night in may
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