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She is barefoot, running Brushing the dewy grass, the golden sun strings threading. The moon hugging Out of the fog, at last. Under the rain Celebrating. Drip, drop Her sorrows she sees On her skin Sliding Let the gravity takes its course Drip, drop to the river they go The flood of thoughts against the stream, they dissolve Under the water, her breath she holds Ecstasy for milliseconds, she folds There goes the fish. There the sorrows go Drip, drop Out of the fog, she goes
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 2:49 AM UTC
Barefoot Joys
She is barefoot, running Brushing the dewy grass, the golden sun strings threading. The moon hugging Out of the fog, at last. Under the rain Celebrating. Drip, drop Her sorrows she sees On her skin Sliding Let the gravity takes its course Drip, drop to the river they go The flood of thoughts against the stream, they dissolve Under the water, her breath she holds Ecstasy for milliseconds, she folds There goes the fish. There the sorrows go Drip, drop Out of the fog, she goes
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 2:49 AM UTC
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