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Mechanical Girl

Little Carrie was like most little girls

She had big bright eyes and two dancing feet

She wore a dress and ribbon-ed all her curls

She would smile to all and walk with a beat

All those who pass by the shop would agree

What a marvel, brilliant, talented child

She was kind, generous, even pretty

Her presence makes the indifferent wild

 

But poor little girl when the day is done

None’s left but metal joints and rusted gears

Love to a lifeless is given by none

Who’d love someone with no joy and no tears

She might have cried of loneliness or pain

Wiped her cheeks thinking ‘it might just be rain’

 

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Of rainy days and metaphors

The rain taps against the window pane

Beating, and stopping, and continuing

Like broken notes from an old music box

 

I wanted to feel its flutter against my skin

So I opened up, reached out as far as I could

And the rain ran, protecting, uncovering, the ends of my hands

 

I watched the rush of it turn fear to excitement

How its reflection turned colors nothing to everything

How it turns sad sad songs to something alluring

 

Yet with all my love, It can’t be still with me

I must keep it flowing, send it flying, let it fall

For rain only lives in little time before kissing earth

 

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Fall of Rain in Yellow Lane

A lovely story from my amazing twin 🙂

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     They say in yellow lane, clouds sail in streaks of silver, rarely does rain kiss the ground and no thunder would linger. Window panes and brick walls shine in golden light, bystanders seem as if they were holding sunlight. I wanted to capture that sight in a frame,One image I wanted to come by with my name. 2 miles I have walked, this was it, I could tell, but faster than my breath, in heavy stream, rain fell. 3 feet from where I stood the sun didn’t cease to shine. The rain had a border, a somewhat marginal line. Pacing a few steps I caught sight of somebody; by the rain, in the parting sun, a woman stood lonely. It wasn’t the photograph I had in mind, but the image I’ve captured was a remarkable find. She looked at me as if she had something to say, so…

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