My Very Own Private Summer
D Dónall Dempsey
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the rain fell
like sorrow
liquid sorrow
I was drenched
to the skin
with sorrow
the sorrow
fell harder and harder
its voice monstrous now
passers by fumbled
with gaily coloured umbrellas
trying to fend off the sorrow
the sorrow beat against my skin
but I wouldn't
let it in
inside I was sunny
your smile
my very own private summer
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