She can
only nod slightly
And offers
her delicate palm
She reaches
to join hers with his
With a
shiver, they blend hands
The rain
falls musically
With each
drop, a beat, a sound
Flowing
into a loving melody
The waltz
begins, the wind rises
One-two-three,
oom-pah-pah
And as time
flows
And with
eyes closed
As the
sonata of water
Embraces
their hearts
In a
murmur, he says:
“I still
like the rain.”
A feeble
smile, she agrees
With a
squeeze of her fingers
She senses
a wave of emotions
Fear,
nostalgia, sadness, remembrance
In a
second, she is overwhelmed
With
visions of war and death
And a sky
of burgundy falling to earth
“What
horrors have you seen?”
Her voice
trembles, she knows not
If his
heart felt hers too
The man’s
grip softens
As if he
attempted to let go
But the
blind mage holds on
Like a
child to a mother
A few steps
slower
He
immobilizes his legs
Bare feet
dig into muddy grass
And a salty
raindrop reaches
The young
princess’ cheek
Screeching
silence
Fills her
ears
Quietly, he
lifts his head to the sky
In a prayer,
he opens his blind eyes
As if he
could feel the last rays
Of evening
pierce the grey
“I am not from
here.” He tells.
“My world
is far gone,
And my soul
has already perished.
My sole
purpose here is to repent.”
A short
pause, as the clouds clear
A runaway and
a guilty spirit
What world
would bring together
The hope of
living and the wish of death
“I still
like the rain.” She says
“When my
heart is astray, every droplet
Remind my
body with their cold touch
About the
gift of this moment.”
She caresses
the man face delicately
“So does
the warmth of your skin.”
“I still
like the rain.” He repeats
A new music
resonates through his core
In a
thankful smile, he renews his offer
And with elegance,
the pace returns
There is no
need for idle thoughts
Because they
are now
The dancers
in the rain.
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