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Raindrops fall from the rooftop into the open arms of the grass seeping into the heat of the earth drenching it with coolness. And each passing wind carries a whisper of promise that something will be better after the sky’s grieving. A breaking of my soul upon the twilight of my darkest hour and the mild shadow of yourself enters my dream, i wonder. are you the promise that comes after the crying… Read More