The sky scattered some kisses on me today.
This another of the "Five Thousand Miles" sequence.
Wind Blown Kisses - 26 Jan 16
Walking in the rain
With very few exceptions
Every face I see
Is sad
Rain in my face
Each drop feels like
A kiss
Blown to me
From you
Five thousand miles
Is only
As far as the nearest cloud
There is no such thing as a coincidence.
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