On grey rainy days in early spring
The windows call me to their sills.
In hopes of you, I fill the empty house
With Vision through those crystal panes.
Could you be with me now as you were then?
Then embrace me close and hold me tight,
I miss you so the glass might break
And rain would fall inside this heart,
On those grey rainy days in early spring.

Edmond Clay

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