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Set18
a friend’s love
It rains every time they part
I don’t understand why
wind whirls hard at her heart
though it’s a short goodbye
It rains every time they part
I don’t understand how
lightning thunders in his heart
though distance is just for now
But as I witness the storm
watching foggy clouds expanding
and the rain getting its form,
there’s a sudden understanding
of this ancient blind contrast:
from all languages in the sky
I only understand forecast
and they speak in the storm’s eye.