Posted on May 11, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
There have been times the rain abandoned me, Even though, the caress of clouds will always return I remember running in the forest, as I do now, after the rain The leaves left my clothing soaked.
Category: Poetry, Short SayingsTags: Author, Forest, Magic, Nature, Poem, Poetry, Rain, Running, Writing
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