elegant trash
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Under a skye of puffy dark
Immersed in whirling wind
I wandered, aimless, restlessly,
And rain caressed my skin.
Thunder rumbling through the dawn
Awoke my sleeping soul
And right there I began to dance
Torrents fell hard and cold.
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