| I am aching to believe
that my beloved ones are in the rain that touches skin so softly. Sister cat is restless, as am I, sensing soulpulse just beyond our earthbound reach. But the rain is full of liquid promise sliding essence into senses choked with pain. I am aching to believe that you and I will touch at last beneath the star-strewn canopy of night. |
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