CLAUDIA C MORADO
Senses - Poem by CLAUDIA C MORADO
It is not that I look to blame
It is not that I can't see the rain.
It is not that I intend to dwell inside my Hell
It is not that I can't feel the rain.
It is not that I am left with all that is sour
It is not that I can't taste the rain.
It is not that I have nothing but silence
It is not that I can't hear the rain.
It is not that I am left with a scent that lingers
It is not that I can't smell the rain.
It is simply that you are my rain.
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