The rhythm of the rain is the sound of silence
I did not know the music stopped too soon to be thought of. I hesitated my waltz, and then, there was that. The dance was full of grace, a beautiful piece, the background notes as fragrant as the french pennies surging its summer blooms.. but it was unfinished, work undone.. As i watched his silhouette vanquished by the slamming doors, the notes still playing faintly behind..i just stared and did not wonder why.
If rain only poured on ye summer blue
Though thou knew it nay come true
The winds will coo to thee
The willows shall shake to see
Thus, listen carefully
posted by fern at
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