maybe there's rain in your town, again
evening wind carries the wet
memory, somewhere
perhaps, fallen
the
thunderbolt, coruscate the earth and -
sky with splendor beauty, its
your love or divine
ordeal, the
soul
goes illuminated, tho' you're unseen -
but included in inner conscience,
the persona exhaustively
dominated by your
eternal love of
undefined
sense !
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