Saturday
Jun302012
Hello July
06.30.2012
The wet, rainy season is a lie layered with truth.
Rain is a wild and crazy lost midnight rambler. Looking for love. Chasing illusions is aggravation in the whirlpool.
Rain returns to a room under night cover. Mystery is out.
A sprite of 25 wore the silver flower ring with 7 petals. Consternation in Rain's heart felt the sense of loss forever. Petals transformed tears into hope.
Under a weak light money mama smiled through crooked teeth.
Flower was beautiful in an immature petulant passive way. Her lack of confidence met betrayal.
Rain blossomed her fragrance with instinctual objectivity.
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