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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…
Copyright ©
Gregory Colodub
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