Simmering, the touch of rain,
symphonies trail on my skin.
I quiver beneath.
Linking with Haiku Horizons : Rain
symphonies trail on my skin.
I quiver beneath.
Linking with Haiku Horizons : Rain
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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