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Dose she ever watch the rain an think of me
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My trashcan poetry a gentle breeze blows through the night,
It whispers through the tree's an bends
the tall blades of grass
I sit an listen to the sound of the rain as drops
glistens on the window pane
the clock ticks and the time slowly goes by
I wonder what she's doing tonight
dose she ever watch the rain an think of me
~ D Donner ~
If shes anything like me
If shes anything like me probably yeah. :) hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Presently
it would be watching snowflakes on the window, but the mood is different - rain watching (rain drops on the window) and thinking of someone wondering it they do the same occasionally is really mellow, dude. Enjoyed thoroughly ~
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