Rain
The rain falls. Panicked people flee To the nearest shelter, Lurching to where safety dwelt. Summer squalls Didn't seem so bad to me As, refusing to skelter, I braved the rain and didn't melt. Sign in to see full entry.
Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Rain
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The collected output of a poetic impulse allowed to run free; creativity in rythmed lines. I invite you to my metaphorical truths.
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