The afternoon rain. Original poem.
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The afternoon rain.
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How many evocations come
to my heart and my mind
when the rain falls in the afternoon
and actually I can't find
an explanation to this desire
to start crying, go back to the past
and completely blind,
stay with you in yesterday.
but I know that everything is behind
and the only thing left is remind.
to my heart and my mind
when the rain falls in the afternoon
and actually I can't find
an explanation to this desire
to start crying, go back to the past
and completely blind,
stay with you in yesterday.
and the only thing left is remind.
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