Walking in the Rain
The curved night continues to bend
Walking in the Rain
The curved night continues to bend
The rain behind the car can no longer catch up
The rain in front of the car
The time broken by the light is ignited by the light again
To the west, I am with the greatest patience
The rain that was left behind must be behind me
The rain that was left behind must be crying behind me
At this moment, how deep the night is
How hard my heart is
The rain keeps pounding on the glass
Like a mother's constant whispering in my ear
I had to slow down again and again
In the blurred vision
Faith is the eternal light in the heart
To light up the journey ahead
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Barbara M Quinn
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