It's raining.
I can see
A skyful of clouds
And nothing beyond.
But I can see
Glimpses of the world
Where we belong
Together.
I can feel
A cool gush of air.
And I can feel you,
As if you were here.
You and I,
Together.
And it feels good...
I will live as a writer who keeps alive the music of the language, holds head and heart together in the words, and writes in hope and passion that one person will be better because he or she reads what I wrote
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