Rain of Miss
Brimming, joyous, brimming smile.
A baby shoe, in the middle of a yellow brick road.
In a warm middle of the night,
I run to try to reach the shoe.
Colors run by my periphery.
Shining, beautiful, shining sun.
Radiating rain of sorrow.
Times come and go with bags of zeros.
Oh, my aching longing heart!
Miss you. Passionately miss you.
In my mind and time,
accruing images of your face.
Your beautiful face.
12:02pm, 6-17-1999, Xerox PARC
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