Amidst the Fall

fall colors and stepping stone 2

She kissed his face

not knowing what was dripping

down her cheeks:

love oozing from every pore,

a gentle touch of rain,

bitter sweetness a glaze over her eyes,

knowing it would end;

still,

standing there

amidst the fall

of angel’s tears

and late shadows

he appeared

as if on a prayer

parting the gray,

and suddenly

it was a downpour.

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