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Thursday, September 11, 2008

For the rain has found once again its way home.
Summer aged leaves dance in its water waves
That shimmers wreathing along leathered branches.
Yet if a raindrop can travel a thousand miles as...
A vapour star born high upon Atlantic winds.
Cannot my spirit hold you from far away?
For I have need of your touch right now.
Soft and welcoming entwined around my heart