The gentle rain birds flue in the firmament of heaven, as the distressed pigeon desperately searched for food.
Dry leaves fell, never to return to it's branch, as the new leaves flourished.
For hours I watched the rain, as billions of tiny rain drops departed from above
By: Kevarie O. Leslie
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC
The gentle rain birds flue in the firmament of heaven, as the distressed pigeon desperately searched for food.
Dry leaves fell, never to return to it's branch, as the new leaves flourished.
For hours I watched the rain, as billions of tiny rain drops departed from above
By: Kevarie O. Leslie
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