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the smell of rain (ed.)
maila

It is noon for
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our first time.
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I am gallopping
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on a white horse,
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naked, the wind
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in my long hair.
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Lovely glances,
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awe. Follow me
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to shadows
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of leaves, each shape,
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each leaf. My heart
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is filled with
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passionate music.
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Look how I gather them
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in a basket. Love, love,
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you are madness,
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you are a soft cloud.
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Caress me, gently.
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22 Jun 07

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i can't remember the title of...
 — greenmantle

Thanks, greenmantle.
Nice to meet you.
 — maila

edits
 — maila

i really like the last verse very much :)

-Mong-
 — Mongrol

Thanks, Mong, for reading.
Greatly appreciated.
 — maila

i like your poem ; it's lively...
 — greenmantle

i mean : we can feel the movement...
 — greenmantle

Thanks for coming back to this, greenmantle.
Best wishes.
 — maila

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