If the rain were to create a river,
one made of my dreams pure,
then my world would begin to shiver,
until I fall away from the cure.
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Excellent work. Brilliant imagery and structured rhyme scheme. Quite beautiful.
The rain falls so lightly, and its drops burn me slightly, for they each dream my memories, ripping them from their cemeteries. That's my favorite part. Nice imagery as always.