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As We Flee From The Place of the Sun
a puddle— jump! bushes filled with flowers of many. in a diverse colorful way was presented. pleasing imagery of bloom and pondered happiness. you smell each of them. you smile. you enjoyed the odor of the fresh smell of flowers and leaves being dampened after a long period of rain. you ignore the beeps and
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If Rain Could Ever Speak Without Raindrops
We sighed so loud we tend to be heard. because we’ve never been heard as it was before. I stand against a raging flood that passes my feet. The water is too cold to handle. it’s too cold to stand on and stay. it’s too much for something we expect—rain and everything that comes with
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A Monologue of Flowing Waters
darkness is already here, as I walk along an isolated pavement.I keep my hands inside my pocket; the warmth brought by it fulfills the emptiness that lies in my restlessness. where am I? I am lost in a middle of nowhere—a place I do know.where is it? I seek something that will never exist—something that
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Verses by Rigael 