Summer Rain
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Cold, shivering hand palms seeking mine as I sit by your side
Pupils open wide, drool out of your mouth, slowly losing pride
A single salty tear reaches my lips when you pinch my skin
Hair became so thin yet I can still feel your strength within
Struggling to turn your head towards the window, towards me
Point your finger so I can see the wet leaves of an oak tree
Suddenly you utter a sigh followed by words: summer...rain...
Finally flash a smile again as you forget the torturing pain
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Reminiscing of last summer, laying still on greenest grass
Greyish eyes as pure as glass, unaware it would all pass
Seeking for depths of your soul covered by a shell of flesh
Playing with an apricot flower smelling so pure and fresh
Silently listening to birds’ laughter as I rest my head
On your shoulder when you suddenly stood up and said:
“Can you taste the summer; can you taste the real life?
This, for me, is ultimate happiness: no stress, no strife
I won’t experience it again, controlled by this rotten spot
Eaten by cancer as my existence been put on time slot”
After those words, I was gone…gone from the cruel world
Remember I started spinning, round and round, so twirled
Rain streaming down on both of us, blending with our tears
Luckily the smell of it on hot concrete soothed mutual fears
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Now I see the craving in your system to feel it one last time
That urge to feel alive, to smell the rain and the wild thyme
You whisper: “take me there…together with you…like before
As an old forgotten lore, take me to the summer rain I adore”
And so I sit here, your head peacefully resting inside my lap
Eye lids slowly closing when I suddenly realize this is a trap
You are leaving me at this idyllic scene, alone and in pain
As you give your last breath and say: taste the summer rain