Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Saturday, July 26, 2014
In a Place of Gentle Rain
Tantric lady in the middle of the day, pointing me from the disturbations of an ignorant jealousy, and the walk from your door in the gentle rain, breathing its reward for me, and I thank you again, with quiet feeling, away from the place that you are in, by proxy. And the gentle rain and the kindness of its touch, its soul, and the kindness of your touch, your soul, and the gentleness of the rain that you fell on me, and the day is renewed, and it smiles, and it gives, and my wish is to repay you, and the day that you happened upon, when I happened upon a small part of your day, on a summer's day, when the sky decided on a gentle rain. just to inform, to embrace, and speak with the mind of the rain, to explain where feeling can be taken to, in a place of gentle rain, in a place, where love lies lurking, waiting for the moment of truth.
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