An afternoon comforting when drops
As if Her blessed smile
Onto one's ruby
Yet an emerald...
One finds temple and church everywhere...
Mosque too...
And
More certain
A music
Faithful...
And upon one
They draw pictures soul ful
And
One is so so fooled
By that
One just cries
Happy happy tears...
Falling
Incessent...
As if those drops
Turned emerald and rubies...
Themselves...
And
Her
Smiles ...
They shower one...
They just shower one full...
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Comforting afternoon...
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