gentle summer raindrops
drip,
drip, dripping and
dropping
into the open arms of the night.
leaves dancing
under that sweet pitter-patter,
as cool shadows grow
from deep below.
Silence whispers softly
to my soul
and I am helpless
to resist her gentle persuasions
as I drift
deeper into this evening...
an evening more fantastic,
more wonderful,
and more real than any dream.
a time to feel
my magic
growing within....
a time of small miracles.
a time
to let my
love flow
again.
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I collect Spores, Molds, and Fungus.
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