A Random Thought
The rustle of leafs, imitates the sound of the rain.
Engrossing us from listening to,
The wind whispering to the trees.
A secret so fragile that if heard by un-pure mind,
It would wither.
The winds said “One apple tree growing in the desert makes a phenomenon,
But many make a paradise.”
Copyright © Guy-Adler Dorelien | Year Posted 2010
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