When
will
it
rain?

the
earth
will
become
a
mirror
to
the
skies,

the
chill
of
the
winter
will
run
down
our spines

When
will
it
Rain?


ps: so bored I'm of this cold

Comments

Anonymous said…
gws.
November 2, 2009 at 6:47 AM
achal rangaswamy said…
you are getting better and better at this...
keep it up !!

:)
November 4, 2009 at 3:57 AM
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