Sunday, May 3, 2020

rain

My fondest memory of you
Is a rainy day in Colombo
I didn't think I'd see you
But there you were
Sunshine on a gloomy day

And we walked outside
Under your umbrella
Stepping over puddles
Laughing
Two happy people*


*I would have preferred
To end this by saying we were
Two people in love
But let's not kid ourselves or
Abuse our poetic license

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