Today it rains, it rains in the wet as the ground late because everything that has life, has requirement of suffering heart with the right to be happy, responsible for dreaming. Rain, rain is a day of quiet and steady while Sky Is Falling between wisps of fog. I see his eyes cloud while looking at me begging because his heart is cold and wet from time to sob. Although I know that his fighting spirit will not relent in the effort but now nostalgia pours on its blue and hides inside his jacket shocks and secrets. Under the sole of the shoe firm has stuck grudges that do not tread.
Within it are a thousand stories beating to the rhythm of a clock. The mask is printed willful and out into the world ... on a rainy day and, if I have to distort his person because he asks a lot, go and trace roads and that deep down, very close to the skin of his heart, nobility not lost. Today
rains rains, it pours as he expected that words change their destination or ... maybe not, depending on a rhyme, depends on context. I do not know.
But I do know is that today it rains and it tears me purifies while he runs towards their goals.
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