The Memory of Rain
the rain is warm now.I can feel itwet, sharplike acid trickling downfrail, unprotected skinsliding into my eyes;every tear cries for you,every tear burns.©Nathalie M. Viorato
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The Memory of Rain
the rain is warm now.I can feel itwet, sharplike acid trickling downfrail, unprotected skinsliding into my eyes;every tear cries for you,every tear burns.©Nathalie M. Viorato
