Flying in The Pouring Rain

Today, I have held your hand

I do not believe

My dream is flying

My body is weak

My blood stops

My soul is lulled

Trying to enjoy the situation

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But desire flared up soon

I immediately let go of that grip

Too comfortable

Reluctant to introduce pain

Even with the hope that is still bubbling

Greeted by the pouring rain

Even the wind that enliven the glasses

Thanks to you

has taken me to fly

Even for a while

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March 17, 2019