Merge with me like those notes that seemingly fit.

Fear of a drastic fall.
Intangible feelers over misty cups of coffee on misty nights, and shampoo-smelling undertones.
And that is Yesterday.

Wavelengths and Idioms for anything dual, please?
I think I have it all figured out until it starts to rain.

When did the rain start to wash away my cement?
When did the rainbow cease to be a conclusion?