August 19, 2012

Words l Lost







Sitting 
by the window
watching the rain spin its magic
engulfed by thoughts of the touch 
that matched that magic.

Looking 
at the shadow
that gave goosebumps with thunder 
surrounded by memories of whisper
that matched those goosebumps.

Long gone
are the magic and goosebumps
taken away by the lost touch and whisper
still the rains and thunder
bring them back.




                

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