Infrequent downpour spilling
Icy winds running through the night outing
Gusty winds guide me,
the path the water is tracing,
To a dry door, soaring above the petals
Flowing gently beneath my sandals
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Rijul Ballal 
The Who’s love RAIN. down on me… Seems to hold the emotions punch of a tune to this… But asside from the glistening fingers of momma moon reaching for your heart after a bit of a night’s drip
… Peter kater – waiting for the sky…(bluish, rooftops album if you YouTube it is a prettier tune just conjures a sudden summer day dripper…
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You’re of use! Here’s is maybe one flower seen imagined of your words and it’s amusing. The girl from ipomoea…morning glory is a very LSD like experience to buffet on the seeds… But I heard that title and never put that last bit.with it. You’re of use.!.
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