By Nikki Quismondo
there's a sound in the piano my friend,
that opens your note inside,
it travels abroad my fingertips
and melts into green leaf delights,
in fantasy, we are between the sheets,
it's raining outside
and the droplets cover an eyelid of love
the way you look at me feels like a nice warm cup of tea
together, we lay soft, warm and happy,
I can dream of rain drops in the afternoon,
and you will always be in them....
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