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By Dylan Kwiatkowski Date: 2003 Apr 25 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.25.16.42.31139]] |
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It is late. I sit in my bed thinking of you. As I do I listen to the rain dance on my window. I think of how each droplet makes a sound that touches me for only a brief second before it is gone from my life forever. Sure there is another droplet tapping as gently as the last, but never is it the same. You my love are that one distinct raindrop (simple, yet mysterious)that touches my life for that brief second. Before it looses itself in the crowd, and is gone forever. |