I hate the rain in January it robs us of the life you carry a facade of spring it brings in full begone the snow, the grave kings soul Humidity in eyes of green you grasp the heart that's in between a frail leaf buried in the muds of scorn from the blood of trees, the rose is born Gently falls the snow the ashes of the battled sky the grey gives way to white and blue and mocks the love of you and I... I hate the rain in January it's been a month and five and half a time till we marry

09/29/2005

Posted on 09/29/2005
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