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Terry Richardson Aug 2020
November Rain
by Intoxcy8me
She slowly walks in November's rain,
With scars endless rhythm of her pain.
With the love of the storm, she turns,
Raindrops of tears surely burn.

Lightning flashes through the sky,
My how time seems to fly.
Our steps in sync can be found,
To our home, we are bound.

With a touch of pain, she cries,
Rain on flesh and hair and eyes
When the joy of walking she replies,
Has taken him by surprise.


She sings, she laughs, well I know why,
She is all he ever idolize.
As I shall not forget her now,
Our hands clench tighter somehow.

Our eyes shining as beacons of love,
Those two words I dream of.
We stroll on just for the sake of fun,
Our walk in the rain we start to run.

Thunderous roars fill the air,
The sky lights up everywhere.
Our laughter quells the noise,
With a true love overjoys.
Written for my wife, lupus is her battle in life.

— The End —