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Rain On Cotton Candy
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October 2002 Poetry Nothing good can last.
You hold on so tight,
but it disappears so fast,
and there’s nothing you can do.
Things start so perfect.
Like woven strands,
of gossamer sweetness,
or cotton candy.
But soon the tears come,
and fall like rain,
dissolving everything good,
that once existed in your life.
Like rain on cotton candy,
it’s gone.
~*~ Jill ~*~
