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Sunday, 12 April 2015

You ...

There is thunder in every word you say. Like rain tiptoeing on bashing storms. the melody of wrath and the peace of fury when the clouds burst open. You, the splash on green grass when soil is but parched and dry. You, the call of wild. Every move like waltzing clouds on a night that lasts too less for hearts to overflow into each other, and skin to become one. You.

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