like rain
This is your mystery, your story
Full of beauty and all-encompassing love
A brushstroke washes the canvas clean
You start over with a new direction
Dreaming of me as you paint your words
Writing just like Keats, Shelley and Brontë
About sorrow, rain and the wheels of passion
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Author's Note
Should be read first as a normal piece, then read in reverse, from the closing line up, and then read just the third word of each line back down, from the top.
Soundtrack: Dreamt – Balmorhea
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Clever: "Your beauty washes over me like rain."
works every which way. *
Excellent.*
Excellent and interesting!