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Pitch black night thick grey fog blinds my eyes to you... Cold damp dreams Pale moon's light brings you back to me. ~ With a crash the thunder celebrates the winds' caress as they whip our hair across the evening sky we are one, the driving raindrops cannot come between but fall, glistening glistening glistening ~ while lightning dances through the trees the clouds entwine in harmony we lay upon the earth entangled, wrapped in human ecstasy fresh new views beneath the rain that falls and dampens fragile skin; in this thunderstorm as we again begin. Return to The Snow Rises |