© G. V., 06-15-2013, All Rights Reserved
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At night his thoughts her lines of face recall,
the rains of winter months fall like before
constructing solitude invite his soul,
wist false assumptions won't exist to soar.
Reminding paragon next to shore plums
beforetime they beheld where words indite,
and on the asphalt where the raindrops thrum
the mirrored stars his stare and soul invite.
And as the raindrops dance around and jump
belike she comes, in silence to abord
foreshadowing the rainfall drops that thump
their night defines again the winds' accord.
Her grandness in the rain's dance waving forms
a solemn cause became of sapphire storms.
© G.V. 06-15-2013 :)