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© Erie Reve

A rigid shower of rain rushes
Down winter dimed lands
With a raw heart of motherhood
She showered out her warmth
With hope to wrap up the truth
Must be her fate a deceitful faith

A horror film covered with grey scene
Cries and Blacks, was the afternoon theme
As his soul wandered by, in and out
Near the cries, rest a body
Of a boy in the beloved women lap
He was faithful but his fate was already written

Down the memory lane,
She tour back, clinging to all the good gold life,
A soul too young and a heart to old
'Forever from now' she said, I'll send you a nemesia,
A promise she kept even with her amnesia.