Its pouring here, its pouring there.
It’s raining everywhere
What more do we have with us
but the rain that we share
Set apart by worldly norms
are the days of yours and mine.
Tired of the infinite coldness
across the distant line.
Resting on the gliding clouds
I send my words to you.
Seize them if they come as drops
or behold the morning dew.
How I wish, I could let you know
of my heart’s aching pain.
These are the tears of an unknown woman
that descend as the November rain...
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