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Monday, January 28, 2008

She Asks Me Why

Rating: 2.5
I wish to taste the

Rain on your lips
and sweet shall be the memory
For true love is lost
In the daily chores of the autumn

So too you doubt and resist
As do bend to the winters wind
Flick the sweat from your brows
And close the heart to the summer sun

and all I wish
Is to taste the rain on your lips
Asadullah Khan
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