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Alittle Rain Poem
It all started that one autumn evening
Wind blowing by my hair and tree leaves rustling
Echoing over my warm laughter
With yours blending in.
As the tinge of sunset hues reflected in your eyes
Like they did in mine
Perhaps I should've said it then
Or maybe after we left the ice-cream parlor
Or the cinema, the internet café,
The restaurant or even the amusement park
I guess you noticed
But again you couldn't possibly have.
I'd trade it all for you
For memories that would never grow old like autumn trees
I'd love to relive all our moments.
Guess I really should've said it
Maybe I'd still be making photocards with you under the warm sunlight gaze
Its now winter
My nights are longer and my heart is colder
They say distance makes the heart grow fonder
But perhaps my string of fate isn't tied to yours
If I'd said then that the one thing I can't trade
Is my reality for yours
Maybe, just maybe
I'd have someone as sweet as you to ask me
"Penny for your thoughts?"
Copyright © alittle rain | Year Posted 2023
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Alittle Rain Poem
The power to create lies not beyond my grasp
Pawns of my making;
Kings and queens, monarchs and matriarchs
Emperors and empresses, enchantresses and peasants,
Even those who dared defy the gods,
Dare not defy me
An incidental untimely flick of my wrist
Is all it takes to erase your ephemeral existence
From even the most ancient of scrolls
Hidden behind the hushed
Dusty antique secretive oak doors
Of the world of the non-existent
Your fate is just a dark dice
I choose when to roll
Trials and tribulations
Judgement or redemption
Non is far from my caustic imagination.
An easy concatenation of your eternal verities
Can simply make me mess
With the threads of your sanity
And knock at the temples of your sanctity.
Create and destroy, make and shatter
All is just a fragment of my power.
I can make worlds attend their obsequies
And rulers of your time bow at my feet
I would be inclined to let you be known of my presence
But of all, none of you I deem worthy enough
To traipse in the halls of my courts.
As for to whom I owe this ode,
Dearest, are you sure you want to know?
Copyright © alittle rain | Year Posted 2023
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