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The hills burn Smokey cloud Over the valley Wind whipping up Sparks of misty droplets Through the windows Of the house next door Shadows genuflect On the asphalt before The streetlight Thick foliage shrugs Its burly shoulders Smells of wet Sage on the mountain Gently the spring Has closed the Throat of thunder I close my eyes But no lightning makes Its traces behind my lids Summer waits... SoulSurvivor (C) 4/7/2016
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
Before the Evening Rain
The hills burn Smokey cloud Over the valley Wind whipping up Sparks of misty droplets Through the windows Of the house next door Shadows genuflect On the asphalt before The streetlight Thick foliage shrugs Its burly shoulders Smells of wet Sage on the mountain Gently the spring Has closed the Throat of thunder I close my eyes But no lightning makes Its traces behind my lids Summer waits... SoulSurvivor (C) 4/7/2016
Sorry it took me so long to get back. My father has been ill again. He is better but we have to watch him. Thanks for understanding.
#rain#spring#evening
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
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