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Before the Rain

The swallows fly too low The rain is soon to fall This time, when time goes slow I’m waiting for your call And I can wait as long As my days will come and go And I don’t think it’s wrong Though maybe I don’t know Which fairytale to read What character to choose I’m blooming from a seed You watered with your hose Don’t take me as a weed Don’t plough me out of here Look at the bumblebees I feed I hope you like them, dear…

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Date: 5/19/2025 9:16:00 AM
Hello Gregory, O' so tender and quietly hopeful, like the quietness before a summer rain. I love the gentle longing in your words and the waiting, the blooming, the wish to be seen and cherished. The imagery of swallows, seeds, and bumblebees is so heartfelt. Spring Blessings, My Friend, Daniel
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Gregory Colodub
Date: 5/21/2025 2:36:00 AM
Thank you so much, Daniel! Spring blessings to you, my friend!

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