Memory of Love

Clouds covering the way we feel again.
Immersed within the weight of rain, and then
a rainbow streaking color cross the sky.

The dark of ash, the feel of past.
The error of the loving that we missed.
Rewritten in a rainbow's bend, a wish.

For loving ways, for endless days
of breezes moving gently over all.
A teardrop falls, the spirits call.

The memory of love is not in vain...

? Michaelette ?

4/21/2003
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