A Dream Come True
The sweet rain revives, with hair hanging down.
It hypnotizes, with a haunting sound.
The time disappears, waving a goodbye.
The clouds get to have, their ominous sigh.
Then a memory, the minds silent reign.
Out of the downpour, and from the mist came.
A face of beauty, familiar it seems.
One that I have seen, maybe in my dreams.
Then with sleepy eyes, I look next to me.
That girl I have seen, looking back at me.
date:8/17/21
Copyright © Meru Groen | Year Posted 2021
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