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(Poem by Wendy Howe ) I This afternoon Rain passed through the street cold and slender in her pewter silk, soft and quiet as she hummed a song of Liszt to the waning leaves and weathered tiles on each roof. II This afternoon Rain floated through a house touching its mute piano and hearth, knowing her dampness would stir an ache for past days and the marrow-red fire of love. III This afternoon Rain glistened through me as she traced her silhouette against my ribs leaving her fragrance to become breath, my clean drift into lost hours shared with you and Salzburg gliding off the branches, your smooth fingers playing Liebestraume. To know more about Wendy Howe All Images & Poems (En) |
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