Cycling
It rained into dawn
The flood today is old pain
The heart eroded
I wade waist deep in
I should swim better in words
The promise drowned there
Next time I will touch
And feel what the eyes will miss
Love in countless clouds
The rain will end soon
And feet make prints in the sand
Memories made new
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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