the bright skies and the glitters
and the nights where the moon shines
the days, the breeze, the light
ridicule what's never left behind.
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Stories by adrian allard
young spell of rain
just short emotions like the earliest shower at midnights
impetus for the spirits
the souls inside the grave-
the world's not naive.
the tears down the eyes,
the rain from the clouds
are the...