Rain like the Moon
I stood on the balcony, this morning, the Wind dancing across the pond and through the Trees. It drew me out, invited me to stand at the edge and feel it pouring over me, all around me. I stood for…
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I stood on the balcony, this morning, the Wind dancing across the pond and through the Trees. It drew me out, invited me to stand at the edge and feel it pouring over me, all around me. I stood for…
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She is patient, the Moon, allowing the conversation in my head to march through, not unlike the exodus of clouds casting over, around Her, passing until, at last we sit seemingly alone She and I. Having our heart to heart…
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