It's been raining these spring days incessantly,
No sunrise for so long,

My yearning heart rises each day.

A cold breeze whispers your name.

The day ascends on a great bluebirds wing.

Your sweet voice calms me,
That I carry into the twilight of rain beams,
And hold next to my ear.

You fill me with hope.
Your words dry my wet tears,

As my hand touches my neck,
It reminds me of your warm sunshine.

In the hushed day, I listen for the last drop of rain.


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