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Soft irish rain.
sitting on my roof
smoking cigarettes
watching a sunrise
develop into day time
feeling what my grandmother
would call the soft irish rain
listening to the birds scream
at me to go to bed
Asking me to return to her
and pleading me
to treat her
like you
So i light up
another cigarette and hope
that the sunrise
doesn't bleed to quickly
today.
smoking cigarettes
watching a sunrise
develop into day time
feeling what my grandmother
would call the soft irish rain
listening to the birds scream
at me to go to bed
Asking me to return to her
and pleading me
to treat her
like you
So i light up
another cigarette and hope
that the sunrise
doesn't bleed to quickly
today.
Published 20th Mar 2013
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Anonymous
20th Mar 2013 11:41am
Great write, Will!
I like the visual images, they come to life whilst reading and the memory of a loss.
Melancholic glory!
I like the visual images, they come to life whilst reading and the memory of a loss.
Melancholic glory!
25th Mar 2013 4:24am
