still caught in May
May is the season of Rain
droplets of soft note
tapping rhythm into my coat
tip— tap. tip— tap.
she walks with me and starlight
for a silent talk midnight
May is the season of Rain
I watch her dance
as sun sinks beneath the fence—
tip— tip— tip—
she blurs my memory track
as he never comes back
May is the season of Rain
all it took was a goodbye
for her to come by
tip— tap. tip— tap. tap. tap.tap.tap...
she's here to stay
when I’m still caught in May
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