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ALICE AND THE FRESH RAIN

I miss the smell of fresh rain

Which would blue your eyes and soften your lips.

I miss the words you used to whisper

And would pour into my ears like crazy drops of rain which forgot how to fly.

I miss the silence in between the smiles

Which would light up the days and turn nights into a riddle for the Hatter.

I miss being Alice

When chasing white rabbits was like a brunch with soft roses turning into music.

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One thought on “ALICE AND THE FRESH RAIN

  1. elisabeta on said:

    If you like to be Alice…be Alice
    You are always beautiful and a good friend

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