The rain has its own language
it speaks to me through
the sunlit curtains.
I listen to the melancholy sound
on the tin roof
the lovers warm steady voice
saying no need to
go out today my love
let us stay in
with what we already know.
Whispers sink into the last minutes before sleep
we pull up the quilt of dreams
and listen to
the eternal night fall
beneath the watery stars.
Avie..
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