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Cardiff still sleeping The light rain kissing the dark pavements Delicately in the dim, secluded lamplight, As lovers do, Willingly oblivious to the odd lonely commuter, Who frowns at the fresh, wet passion From behind bleary eyes behind grey spectacles behind the wheel behind the grumbling, soggy rubber on the road. Cardiff's lover must too Make their commute, The slow, grey flight is blown with such intent, The wind is cupid and knows Crops must be watered Rivers filled Valleys and hills alike await their romantic precipitation. And the rain loves to please, Turning yellows green and greens brown And commuter's smiles upside down (if they have smiled in the last ten years... ...sometimes I wonder if I have) So, rain, peck my cheeks and run through my hair gentle fingers, Speckle my glasses with moisture from your cool, close breath and whisper silence-quenching lyrics on my window with your pitter patter and I will dream and I will wake again to the early dawn rain and I will turn to you, open my mouth and taste your gentle kiss on my lips and tongue and I will smile.
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Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 5:12 AM UTC
Early Morning Rain
Cardiff still sleeping The light rain kissing the dark pavements Delicately in the dim, secluded lamplight, As lovers do, Willingly oblivious to the odd lonely commuter, Who frowns at the fresh, wet passion From behind bleary eyes behind grey spectacles behind the wheel behind the grumbling, soggy rubber on the road. Cardiff's lover must too Make their commute, The slow, grey flight is blown with such intent, The wind is cupid and knows Crops must be watered Rivers filled Valleys and hills alike await their romantic precipitation. And the rain loves to please, Turning yellows green and greens brown And commuter's smiles upside down (if they have smiled in the last ten years... ...sometimes I wonder if I have) So, rain, peck my cheeks and run through my hair gentle fingers, Speckle my glasses with moisture from your cool, close breath and whisper silence-quenching lyrics on my window with your pitter patter and I will dream and I will wake again to the early dawn rain and I will turn to you, open my mouth and taste your gentle kiss on my lips and tongue and I will smile.
Woke up early, saw some stuff then thought some stuff
josh-heaton
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Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 5:12 AM UTC
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