The misty rain
fell through the day
and left her smile (torn)
The deluge fell
but for a time
and left her beau (well-worn)
And as the sun
returned to face
the day (all but a blur)
Their eyes would meet
their hands entwine –
what will be – once was (they were)
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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem.
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