Do you teach the art of living?
How strange to think...
someone as frank as you
cannot tell me
to leave this life behind!
You ask me in tones of tenderness,
for the few days you have left,
will you learn to think of life anew?
My chest bursts with wild laughter!
How can I tell you...
sleep will claim my eyes in just a while.
The rain cleared long ago...
we are about to hold each other close.
Rain Erased
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