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Rainy Days For Dreaming

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .


Rainy days make for dreaming,

when the skies are gray,

then I have to say -

those memories come back to me.

I walk back in time,

to the places and see the faces,

from a time so long ago,

so that I don’t get blue,

I’m always smiling,

because in my mind I see you -

in the city neon lights reflected.

Like glowing jewels,

in the rain puddles along the way,

when storm clouds fill the sky,

but in the world I enter -

the sun never goes away.

Rainy country roads,

strolling as the raindrops fall,

somewhere high up in a pine,

a lone bird calls,

taking away all my cares and worries.

Bringing back the carefree days,

of childhood and youth,

knowing that however soon,

the skies will clear up,

while a colorful rainbow makes a bridge –

stretching across now sunny skies.

Spending my time,

with songs of yesterday,

words that will stay in my heart -

forever and a day.

© 2020 Gypsy Rose Lee

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