the painter misses

The rain came this afternoon, Along with the missed visit How are you ruling hearts? I hope you are happy always enjoy Me this sense of longing is too much If represented with water may already be a sea. But I prefer to write Any longing that comes to mind. The rain is still my gateway Because you ever painted the story that day. The day I can feel the happiest woman, maybe the world. I want you to know, If it rains down to earth it's a sign I'm really missed you. But if the rain does not come, Believe me I'm trying to feel the shade under the bright sky.

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