Rain falls in silver drops
Shining with every splash
Rubber boots squishing on the way back from class
Sweet smells of spring time surround me
And with each breath another flower blooms.
That flower is you.
With each muddy step I watch time fly by
Watching people come and go in and out of life
Wondering where time will take us next?
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