Apr 2014
The clouds roll in,
The rain splatters on the ground,
And then comes the sound.
Like tinkling bells, sweet and silvery.
Like wind in the willows, soft but strong.
A small, soft sound,
Telling me that I belong.
The rain splatters on the ground,
And then comes the sound.
Like tinkling bells, sweet and silvery.
Like wind in the willows, soft but strong.
A small, soft sound,
Telling me that I belong.
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