the clouds elicit the bottled up anger from the youthful electric spring. their words pour into him, and the concoction is now up in flames. down below the humans go throughout their day. oblivious to the hurting and the pain, never knowing one day they might not have anymore rain.
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Poésiei was love then i was lost. ©writingxfreak NOTE: some of the photos/videos used in this book are not mine, and i do not take credit for them.
