The rain falls softly to the ground
Mother Nature is quietly weeping the loss of another year.
The cool fresh air soothes me as I stand to listen to the rains whisper.
I'm reminded of the past seasons and their memories.
Fall, usually the time for death and hibernation shall now always be my spring.
This is when I came alive by meeting you, my love.
As I stand and listen to natures song.
I hear your heart beating.
Posted by moon/jillericious
at 10:22 AM CST
Updated: Sunday, 2 May 2004 10:16 PM CDT
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Updated: Sunday, 2 May 2004 10:16 PM CDT
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