Come watch the downpour of rain,
bring a glass of sparkling champagne.
The droplets are falling,
crashing to the ground
My eyes survey the horizon, I astound
how the air is moving
Something is changing,
the world is grey,
yet revitalising, amazing.
The bubbles are rising
in my imaginary glass
Time to wash the old away,
and let it pass
New beginnings, new fears,
new conquests begotten;
Ching-ching, Old Love -
You are gone, but not forgotten.
Lina Scarborough
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