Rain softly falls nurturing the crops
Fertile earth odours tease the senses,
But all the while I feel disconnected.
Silver light flashes from wind dance leaves
Glancing through the edges of life's soul
Dancing, teasing, beckoning; life's wheel turning
And sun bursts through dark cloud with hope returning
Liz and I wrote this a line at a time on Facebook - loving what a status update on facebook can generate
Eye eye, who am I.
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