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AN EVENING RAIN She came to meet me Like an old friend Flying over the rooftops To drizzle on my face. I stood there with my fingers Outstretched, soaking in her sprinkle And listening to her whispers For she had a lot to say. 67
GloMag GloMagApril2020 | Page 66
GloMag GloMagApril2020 | Page 68