losing the rain on the roof we dream in cinder-blocks
of a roof made of stars and infinity
green trees willowy in a large meadow
large ballrooms where the soul can dance
and not be found out
losing the rain on the roof I cried
I tried to find the way back.
I miss the sound of it more than music
more than music
without the words
mary angela douglas 30 january 2014
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