by George Dickerson
Tell me you have not forgotten the rain,
Close by the Mediterranean Sea,
Promise a mist of white horses again!
In the marshy sedge of the delta's plain
Where the white horses of Camargue run free,
Tell me you have not forgotten the rain!
Why we should meet I could never explain,
Except for a squall's serendipity;
Promise a mist of white horses again!
Huddled together like two sheaves of grain,
Strangers sheltered under a wind-whipped tree;
Tell me you have not forgotten the rain!
Well, this led to that and that led to pain,
But what severed us was not surgery;
Promise a mist of white horses again!
I've stumbled into an arid domain
And counted the days to infinity;
Tell me you have not forgotten the rain;
Promise a mist of white horses again!
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