Lost in the gray
darkness, mold, wet,
cold
No faces, black
umbrellas in the way
heavy coats, dark
array
severe places, and
it rains
We meet in the
twilight
it was as yesterday
The room was clouded
Inside the open oak
armoire,
shadows fade
Reflection of us
on the door's
antique mirrors
The only sound
persists
insists to rain
Spinning as on a
wheel
molded pieces of
clay
complete puzzle
condensation on the
glasses
over ripened
strawberries
Molasses
Us
Breathing soothingly
with the rain
Melting dreams of
sun
Then comes next day,
another rainy day in
May
Remain silent, done
We just go away
Lost in the gray
darkness, mold, wet,
cold
No faces, black
umbrellas in the way
heavy coats, dark
array
severe places, and
it rains
We will meet in the
bent
no longer friends
Huck
The crosswalk in black
contrasting
the white as chalk
It will be our
runway
we will meet halfway
Don't stop, just
keep your pace
no alterations
impassible face
On the other side
tie your shoe lace
as we record our
last glimpse
And to tell you how
I feel
to scream over that
insidious drizzle
I shall draw my
yellow umbrella
as the sun it will
shine warm
memories
Melting candles,
sweaty silk
and in your satin
neck
Crimson
of my lipstick
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