Archive for August 11, 2014

This rain

Only in this rain I miss you,
like I miss the Sun of Summer
painting streets and grey walls yellow
through flickering of trees like
the old projector in the
moulded village building,
the smell of the movie screen
that had been treated with something
making my throat ache and not yours,
like in Summer, when the Sun
makes me miss the rain and only you.

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