Rain
I sit on the train
seeing different landscapes
I think of the rain
and the planet of the apes
I see your face
and miss the place
where I first learned
your name
There's nothing to gain
from when one just contemplates
because that brings pain
emotions that complicates
still hear your voice
above the noise
won't you please speak
your name
I hope it's intact
that strong impact
we made on each other
you made me react
and here's a fact
I don't want another
Your name
is Spain
and I miss your rain.
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