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Dec 2013
The sky is dark, the rain drenched park stretches away. I stand the land bleak speaks, a feeling of desolation creeps into my soul, the whole is dank and grey. Nature is all around, the muted sound of birds is heard, the sky is louring and grey.
The wind blows, trees sway, the dark park stretches threateningly away.
Written by
kevin morris  London (UK)
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