Afternoons are rainy here,
black paint drips into the wet grey skies.
Cold rains are coming;
summer flees with a tempered wave.
I'd like to read your mind, please,
since I know your soul already.
black paint drips into the wet grey skies.
Cold rains are coming;
summer flees with a tempered wave.
I'd like to read your mind, please,
since I know your soul already.
Estes Park, Late Summer 2013 |
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