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Come closer,
do you think of me
in your Winter rains,
grays touch the ocean.
Come sit,
my hands are warm
merely empty.
I reminisce,
incidental moments
remind me....you too?
the paths we walked are the same I`m sure,
void of our impressions.
Do you think of me
when the rains fall?
it`s been so long...
Well better go,
rain is passing.
Thought you might like to know
I think of you..
Rain is that way sometimes.
"question my abilities..never my heart"
© Copyright 2011 Vincent
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The wood has grayed
many years of weather,
fighting Winter, July boils,
and the rain.
Comfort on the old back-steps
twisted some, but sturdy.
Dark clouds move across
lighter shades,
or is it the world moving around
charcoal splashes.
Rain..doesn`t it seem searing at times.
I fought the day to bring me here,
the cold minutes spent alone...
no one to watch the rain...
"question my abilities..never my heart"
© Copyright 2011 Vincent
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Hi Lane, both pieces seem sad, but I must admit to not fully understanding their meaing. would like to understand them better. Perhaps they might come together as one? Love your writing style. Best -T
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they do seem a little lonely..but just thoughts. I`m a happy guy...lol Hey T" that is not a new ststement for me to read..all kinds of folks have said..damn thats pretty..what the hell are you trying to say..LOL you have a great day and thanks so much for taking the time to read and comment.
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