Sunday, November 5, 2017

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Glistening waters like those of a highway
After an evening nights rain
The soft pitter patter of the earth's cries
Muffled the woods and the birds alike
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Akhtar Jawad 05 November 2017

I solitude we listen to our soul's whispers, some start flying in the endless skies but there are some who become even more close to the finite real earth.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 05 November 2017

Such a lovely write, Ruby... a huge 10+++++

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