Short Poem
Rain falling on stained glass,
Memories fading of distant past.
Hands tracing empty space,
Trying to draw a forgotten face.
Time slips through our finger,
Though our old loves linger.
Rain falling on stained glass,
Memories fading of distant past.
Hands tracing empty space,
Trying to draw a forgotten face.
Time slips through our finger,
Though our old loves linger.
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