Rumbling waters play together with the falling of leaves,
Dancing, neither rushing nor dragging, tenderly touching,
In sync with the summer breeze, brushing trees arching ribs,
Metaphorical comparison of your voice through nature and heart beating.
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Tell Me I'm Not Crazy
PoetryTo the one who made me tingle my skin with such excitement, who made me feel like a rocket in the sky trying to reach it to my limits, who made me experience summer in winter, who made my mind wander the night sky and find its way back to you. To th...
