She was a wet veil
Which quenched the roads thirst
Puddling and eating yesterdays memories
Footprints drowned in browning milk
She was those falling dancers
Rhythmically breaking and spraying across that screen
Window to wall and a road lost in a haze of beauty
She was rivers running down your face
Heavy feet and an oh so slow journey
Slippers by the fire just a mirage
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