Her Song

May 28, 2008
Somedays i'll sit and watch the rain and think back on how she felt. Her song was like no other. Her words flowed gently from her soft lips and spiraled their way into my ear and through my mind. Her song was like no other. Slow and soft, with an ever changing key that depends on her mood. No matter what her mood may be, it never dissapoints. The mixture of rain splashing against my window, wind pressing like gentle hands against my walls never sounded better.

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