Thursday, August 20, 2009
Ripe mangoe scented dream
I closed my eyes as I heard loud thunder, and suddenly I felt a soft summer breeze, perfumed with the scent of ripe mangoes, combing through my hair, so strong and sweet that I could taste it, feel it, drenching my soul, making me dizzy, pulling me apart, melting every bit of my heart, until all of me had dissolved into its warmth. Thunder made everything tremble again, and lighting illuminated the darkness that had obscured the sun. The storm had arrived, but I felt safe.... one with that...
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