A needed love to quench the thirsty feeling of a sore soul for 22,000 years.The heart is pale and dead yet the gene it possesses, is still longing for a love like oxygen; the gin to awaken this heart from death's dungeon and put it back to its li...
Pitter-patter feet of raindrops, navigate my attention to land on rain's melody. My mind notices the pulsating tempo of rain. From larghissimo and dynamically swifting to prestissimo. Rain's heart beating pulse I hear and hear, penetrates my ceiling, springing a rhythmic frisson in my body. Ahh! and the alternating changes of rain's high pitched voice, and slidingly pulling itself back to a softer lower decibel, on its own course without a remote, ooh... is so wonderful and magical.
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