Walking in the rain

​Morning and evening,
summer walking –
an enchanted way.
Smiling from your presence,
your raptured eyes to a gray sky.
And when I am in the moment,
drifting like white clouds.
I am with you, a thing of
mystery is the soul.
And everywhere,
we take our ways.

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