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By wistful Date: 2001 Sep 05 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.05.03.02.31546]] |
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Face upturned to the wild warm rain She laughs and spins and sighs No Gene Kelly here, but the glow is the same. Soaked through, oblivious Breasts high, soul higher Heart higher still. The summer rain cannot dampen her spirits. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Facing no one and nothing, She walks with stolid steps No Tina Turner here, but the pain is the same. Soaked through, oblivious Shoulders sag, chin lowered Heart sunk lower still. The winter rain can only hide her tears. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Face lifted slightly to the gentle rain She stops, and calmly smiles No Beatles here, but the beat is the same. Soaked through, enlivened Eyes clear, mind clear, Soul calm and still. The spring rain can only heighten her sense of being whole. |