rain
rain muffles the world
i hear only warmth reverberating the guitar strings
then i think of you
and he
and she
and i
and words, colors, sounds
blurred into rainslide
drip by drip
captured by your fortissimo
in his melody
her rhythm
my al niente
and words, colors, sounds
liberated into a world of blurry rainslide
i see only warmth reverberating the guitar strings
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