Rain isn't what it seems
She draws tears on my face
and blows them to life.
they roll of my cheek
and I suddenly cry.
Whispers of the wind
Die when I Call
Just to hear
that teardrop fall
The ink on my face
has been washed away
the downfall has left
so there's nothing to say.
Rain isn't always
what it seems to be
try to look harder
and maybe you'll see.
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doreenverbakel
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13-02-2011