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ON THE WAY
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On the way
I walked past an old church
Prayers whispered in the rain
Calls you to me
The memories
Sharing warm coffee in the rain
Of love that will never reach for me again
Of kissing my hair in the rain
The memories
Of sweet ice cream
Turning to bitter water in my mouth
It always comes with the rain
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Prayers whispered in the rain
What beautiful imagery. I especially love the uniqueness of this line. Thank you for sharing! -
Rain has a way of intensifying activities -- my first kiss with a girl was in my car in the pouring rain and I still remember it decades later.
And thank you for reading !! I am honored as always