Dream Home
Here comes the rain again...
There is a rain falling over the forest. The plants and animals feel it as drops of love. This poem is my love, wet and heavy, falling into places unknown and on many things I did not know I loved. I can no longer close my eyes and escape the living world. The unseen, unheard, and unfamiliar are knocking at the door of my dream house, calling to me... We were in the forest when the rain started falling and are here to take you home.
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- Jonah · August 10‹ Recognizing LoveEndless Road of Being ›