 Manuel Fajar 2005-02-19 . chapter 1fogged clear lens of life,
by a sudden passing storm,
shelter,—without, you.
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though the rain is warm,
thought the tropic's sweltering,
your absence chills me.
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clinging clother cloying,
stinging like your memories,—
unremovable.
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jeans are sogged with rain,
broad black stain bleeds out from pen,—
blotting out your name.
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splashed by passing cars,
crossing busy avenue,—
broken, lonely heart.
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rain washes away,
leaves all shining pulchritude,—
even hearts once sad. |