Yearning
Cheltenham
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Rain falls over
sun-parched land
and runs down through the meadow

Young flowers sing
its coolness brings
a nurturing earthen kiss

Grow and mature
while you're pure
Frolic amidst your brethren

What I held close
A fresh picked rose
Peek down from clouds in heaven

A wrenching heart
Words when we part
To find within her reason

A thumping beat
what grand deceit
Birds differ with the season

So quiet, sweet
again we'll meet
and thrive amidst the blooming

In summer skies
The tears she cries
Above, the clouds look gloomy