A Delicate Rainy Morning
If I felt that you would be here,
it was because your angel had touched me with his wing, like a breeze
and
you have been there, with him,
in a certainly indestructible sensation.
Maybe you thought that the angel had told me,
but he would never say,
So, I've been waiting for you,
to give me your love,
in rainy mornings
with hopeless awakes.....
poem by Marieta Maglas
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