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I like the rain, because It is a symphony when it falls Sharing sympathy with the dry of the earth All of me is quiet and I imagine, the Grass in my backyard as a dewy dark green Waving as the water hits each blade I forget about the man who is Sitting on a couch in the next room, In a dark room, illuminated By a flashing tv screen Not all mothers make potato salad Or drink lattes with soy milk and sugar-free syrup Some even buy their potato salad from The store we all want to be able to open Ourselves for someone freely The sound of love kissing is The spatting Of rainfall in the backyard, Hitting the blades The water penetrates the grass And the soil is connected to the sky There is a heart beat in the tiny roots Like when two people attend The last movie showing on a cold Saturday night, and you are one of them, and you wrap yourself Into the other person Now he snores, competing With the commercials late night Television brings to his slumber, I come back to my room When the rain stops Your eyes meet forever The kind of kisses that uncover secrets Are the kinds of water that fall on the grass In your backyard
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC
The sound of love kissing
I like the rain, because It is a symphony when it falls Sharing sympathy with the dry of the earth All of me is quiet and I imagine, the Grass in my backyard as a dewy dark green Waving as the water hits each blade I forget about the man who is Sitting on a couch in the next room, In a dark room, illuminated By a flashing tv screen Not all mothers make potato salad Or drink lattes with soy milk and sugar-free syrup Some even buy their potato salad from The store we all want to be able to open Ourselves for someone freely The sound of love kissing is The spatting Of rainfall in the backyard, Hitting the blades The water penetrates the grass And the soil is connected to the sky There is a heart beat in the tiny roots Like when two people attend The last movie showing on a cold Saturday night, and you are one of them, and you wrap yourself Into the other person Now he snores, competing With the commercials late night Television brings to his slumber, I come back to my room When the rain stops Your eyes meet forever The kind of kisses that uncover secrets Are the kinds of water that fall on the grass In your backyard
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC
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