Where I wait for you...
Solitude
Photo by: Mike.Irwin
Photo by: Mike.Irwin
And the skies turned gray while the leaves dried out. And the ice cream castles in the skies horrendously turned into gray barrels of endless precipitation. I can see nothing across the horizon.I cant see him.
And the skies wore a monotonous black gown keeping all the night jewels under its kilt. So barren is the land in front of me now. Barren I call it, for it showed no signs of him. The mirage from the distance never took his form. Even my sonorous cries never produced his ears.
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