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A Lonely Traveller

It's Drizzling Again

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Itís drizzling again,
I'm thinking of you.

Your shoulder-length silky hair,
blowing in the air,
conjures up an autumn of falling leaves.

Romantic raindrops kiss you gently
on the dewy eyes,
rolling down the rosy cheeks
like pearls.

Poetic rain accompanies us
all the way home;
stepping on your misty shadow
in the falling leaves
I am drunk over and over again.

Updated 08-24-2010 at 10:18 PM by angliholic