Misty Rain
Come walk with me in the misty rain
And see the past as through a veil.
We can pretend hurt never came
And that we knew no word like fail.
The mist will drench pain still alive
And fashion it to ashes ages away.
We can know lost hope will revive.
There is yet joy for us this late day.
Clasp my hand harder if you will
Tell me I haven’t mislaid my mind.
The ecstasy of first love pulses still.
Peace and passion we can yet find.
Come walk with me in the misty rain
And mend what was to what will be.
Each kissing droplet cleanses the stain
Nurturing a new life for you and me.
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