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Clouds disperse in rumbling gloom feathers swirl their essence in return, spinning tingling your presence your thoughts in me respond rekindling the whooshing winds as grasses refresh massaging I feel your breath while I am left scared, blurred, the resuscitation within my soul continues …….

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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