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when the clouds hung in the sky spoiled and birds march back to their nest |
| when the clouds hung in the sky spoiled and birds march back to their nest the rain began to drip form a shadow a longing in the air I'm waiting for you ... of a chrysalis, butterfly born spread the love and affection rainbow clad dew-stranded you come down with cheeks flushed and the angel was so jealous of your smile soft mauve color the evening sky prayer to the gods began to heave accompanied by a fragrant flower offerings prayers to the idol dangling hearts the dancers danced a story for you and miss the swell and burst wind blowing softly touching the pore every gentle caress your skin .. embrace your curves beautifully, and I'm burning jealousy the wind and your body twisted fabric I was helpless ... .. dense clouds lying in the arms ... I cried ... .. I miss u such as wood burning fire such as iron rust eaten such as a missed morning sun |