Private Rain
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Private Rain-poetry/spokenwords by Lesley Wood (In my mind's eye, our faces don't meet in the night sky) Private Rain Winding miles Bar us From each other’s arms. The highways and interstates Twist into Complicated knots Like the one In my throat. In my mind’s eye, Our faces don’t meet In the night sky And yours looked so far And gray from where I lay, the colors Glimmer and fade Pains in my heart Leak out As in Private Rain. © 2010 Lesley Wood img src=http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XPaXqI3CAYw/T5g_1VP8ZuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/IN0UNW6FwZw/s1600/ack-and-White-portrait-eyes-models-art-Fashion-women-light-bw-people-glamour-poses-various-Allure-moment-still-rain-lollipop-lonely-missing-y.jpg
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