The rain left an a stamp on time
like a postcard to mother nature,
making the drops on the grass into new
modern language to make contact with
some sort of transcendent hazy dynamo
that presides in metaphysical invisibility.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 4:08 PM UTC
The rain left an a stamp on time
like a postcard to mother nature,
making the drops on the grass into new
modern language to make contact with
some sort of transcendent hazy dynamo
that presides in metaphysical invisibility.
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