Watching You
Don't you like when it rains this goodAnd you don't have to say
What one's dares not to?
When it's this cold
and you have thought
There is better outside
Will you run through the wet?
That you're the only one to see
And talk to
When it is this is it wrong
And to ask from whom everything comes:
Can I not watch?
Labels: Emily Dickenson
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