it touches me that
you respond that way
and you have me
thinking about tomorrow
don't mean futures
just the the next 24
maybe i'm careful that way
or just learned to be
the sunshine of a new day is
playing in my head
there's a symphony of rain
washing the streets clean
so tucked away in my pocket
scraps of printed paper
ready to be unfolded to
catch the rain and
rubbed by the sun
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