Where have you gone?
I close my eyes and pictures of a great arching willow
splash upon a cream canvas that whispers your name.
It's raining.
The frosted opal tears fall placidly and swirls of green and blue
mingle bashfully with the beading red that drips modestly from my fingertips.
I'm thinking.
Where was I last? How do I know this place?
Is this you? Is this us? Is this heaven?
You.
Is this real? How long have I been dreaming?
Are you real? How long have we been dreaming?
Where have you gone?
It's raining and I'm thinking of you.
Unless what you have to say is meaningful, whether short or long, don't say it.
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AWW!
i think this is a very sweet and lovely poem! i love the rain so much and this poem just made me love it even more... your metaphors were so perfect! i love this... and i do think of people whom i love when it rains too! amazing poem with great depth! keep writing kays!
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