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YOUR CART

Rain

I understood what my sojourn would bring,
    At that haven of eternal spring
In my persistence, you kept your distance,
    And yet, I regret not a thing
 
On coffee town hills and a green landscape,
    A new future began to take shape
Made of gliding spins, and red violins,
    The deluge outside, our escape
 
Through an Andean gauntlet, I tried,
    To resolve the conflict inside
Did all the math, to align each path,
    Finally, had to decide
 
There are nights when I join you again,
    We’re talking, laughing, no pain
Yet come the dawn, it’s truly gone,
    All that’s left…just the rain

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