Old ~past rain has come to me
At least for today the sun is dead.
My mind is at peace
My soul is refreshed
And into the gray , I'm far away.
I come to you
from Victorian rains.
White~laced dreams inside my mind
Candles lit
Chandeliers high
Castle with wooden stairs that lead
to the past.
Wet jasmines and tulles are in my thoughts
Victorian love.
And in an afternoon
gray, gray, gray
Tiny wet~white petals on my breasts
With open hands
I bring you rain.

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