It is, no matter, that the rain, softly it falls, into
some ground from me.
Weary it is, that i am, i am to weary to be
yet i am with you, in this, your rain.
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my spine tingles as my thoughts mingle. this is so niiiice
touching... and it flows smoothly... words can send a soft caress in anyone's heart.. 10++++
as she cries, and wander lost in your, pink worl's of dreams. In sleep i shudder inside you the tree becomes stronger......strong desire thought lost in dreams... beautiful theme.. good write..... rad mine'All dreams not come true'