Sunday, June 30, 2013

As the morn comes with downpour...ne dis rien...

Dear,
As the morn comes with so much of heavy rain...
Ne dis rien...dear
Ne dis rien...

Instead...
Hear the rain
On you-
Your head,
Your soul...
Can't you feel
How the sweet rain song bills
Out like Anna...
A dreamy loving caring caressing touch?

Don't say anything much...
Dear...
Just follow the rain
And
Follow
The sleepy hollow of me...
Can't you see,
Dear me,
By following the rain
You can wipe out all pains?

'Suis-moi ...jusqu'au bout de la nuit...'
Remember ?
How Anna once sang that sweet?
So...
Just follow me
And the rain...
Ne dis rien...

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