A gentle spring shower, angels crying
Hiding under that old spruce tree
Alone to weep this pain of loneliness
In the hollowness of the empty night
Where once secrets belonged to us
As desires as fierce as lightening thundered
Memories in which I will never forget
But now the colors have faded, words unclear
All I know is that, still, I love you
In such a way that Cupid would be jealous
A gentle spring shower, demons running
Freedom of a life so pure and innocent
Where you and I would dance all day
Swept away as if a feather in the wind
A gentle spring shower, I die
Author notes
I just have writers block and threw down some nonsence.
Written March 7th, 2006
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