There was a breeze today;
It carried thoughts of you.
The rain that followed didn’t stay;
It poured memories of you.
The sun came out in subtle rays;
It lit up moments spent with you.
Tomorrow, perhaps, I’ll say
Goodbye to you.
It carried thoughts of you.
The rain that followed didn’t stay;
It poured memories of you.
The sun came out in subtle rays;
It lit up moments spent with you.
Tomorrow, perhaps, I’ll say
Goodbye to you.
*Rhiannon Oset* © Feb '09
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