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Oct 01
poem 6 comments
Love to write

Rain, Again


I'm pretending not to know.
I want to hear you tell me.

Whisper it quietly into my waiting ear. 

Tell me as if you were the rain
that slides down my nose. 
Gentle: I'm laughing,
but my ribs don't hurt any less. 

I'm smiling again, 
you've brought me back
from waiting to be saved.

This is my call to freedom,
"Yes, I'm alive!" 

I'm not sure how you save
a soul like that but look,
here I am... 

Now it's my turn to hold you,
please let me hold you. 

I still love the rain
but now I know why.  

Someday I'll tell you it reminds me of you.   
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Posted: 10.01.18
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  1. William
    Oct 01, 2018

    I like this. I can imagine it as lyrics to a song that you could listen to many times and still find space to paint in your own interpretation.

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  1. Love to write
    Oct 01, 2018

    Thank you!!

    Life is not a paragraph.

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  1. It's the cat
    Oct 02, 2018

    Really beautiful in a sad sort of way.

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  1. Love to write
    Oct 02, 2018

    Thank you

    Life is not a paragraph.

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  1. ShanRippWriting
    Oct 04, 2018

    I really really love this. I think your diction is great and the imagery you create really brings this poem to life.

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  1. Love to write
    Oct 04, 2018

    Thank you, I’m so glad you like it!!

    Life is not a paragraph.

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