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Mar 2014
Rain splatters
against the window pane
during these early hours,
I hear the wind whispering outside,
trailing through the tall pines,
the way it did on our summer walks
& all I can think about
are your glistening pebbles &
the cobwebs we used
to play with.
We had the power
to change the universe,
and occasionally we did,
on summer walks
& during rainstorms,
like the one I hear,
am listening to
this very moment.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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