When It Rains

Skies swollen grey with tints of majesty, Trees slumber under a misty spell, Billowy clouds part momentary, Sunbeams dive deep into the verdant dell. Wings of winds deliver your scent, I'm bathed, I'm drenched, I smell of you. Where art thou, O' angel of torment? Do the winds not whisper how I burn for you?... Continue Reading →

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