Lost, Found and Still Looking for, part III
I realised while moving house that this blog has not only been 5 years old now, it also had its 100th post last month. Going through my old posts I came across a set which I had written in succession
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and we meet in a garden of words, separated by a palindrome of emotions which will never come to pass. reflected on rainbow puddles and across sing song clouds in dewdrops and pond side dreams, scattered syllables of secret smiles
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while it rains in dulcet tones, summersongs drip from the leaves and rainbows peek out of puddles rippling in notes of blue. thoughts of rain keep me up while i play my tunes with little thought to tomorrow’s hazy dawn.rainsmith,
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the night carves out iridescent verse amidst stormy collisions of the soul in a soliloquy with the rainsmith. with piano toned and lilted lyrics from moonshine puddles ‘twixt silences which make leaves rustle.till reality rings out and the song voice
