Everyman's: The Rains

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Thursday, July 17, 2008

The Rains

The sky high above the mountain Rising calm and cool among the woods A fragrant smell spreding all over The voice of a distant soul cries. All on a sudden the clouds gather There is nothing obfuscaing the silence The rains poured in a serpentine coil. Sign in to see full entry.

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