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| "AS I STOOD IN THE RAIN"
by kcromadey at 12/20/2007 4:37:36 PM
THE doorway shields me not, as tear of darkness fall like sparkles of glass and light over night time skies., as I lift my thoughts on wings of cool air, (and hopes)
In hopes that some where between here and there…
I will smell and know (the sweetness, the goodness) the intoxicating aroma ( along with the smell of fulfillment) , as you stand soaking wet in the rain.. Dreams turn into hopes and wishes. As thoughts of having that for which, the soul has always and forever longed for. (Somehow seem reachable.)
But wind kisses my face, ( her lips cold to the touch) and ever so sweet. Warms the chill then, (like that)
all hopes, and dreams are gone.. (my mind) Unable to hold on to those thing, made of more then tears and light, breezy weather and the night….
I lower my head, and some how, life seems less then it should.. no, less then I once dreamed it would be, (you know) Back when I dreamed that love was free.
Carl Cromadey
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