Thursday, August 11, 2016

Dusty Valentine

Here I am again tearing off
After a wrong turn
And running late
Try not to blame yourself
For everything
I whisper to myself
Because this morning’s mood
Is sweet rain and more rain
And even if it’s full of dust
I know what goodness I have
I owe to my mother
And to my father
My headstrong gait
So let the dust come in with the rain
Let them fall together
And rise again

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