My child, you say you love my rain -
you praise the pitter-patter that soothes your...
Galloping horses
went to ride...
Everywhere the rain is falling,
through the air...
The air is unsullied with city pollution. A rough...
Like a butterfly...
Bayda, the Casablanca, the wettest part in Libya...
Under a blue sun
Living water crashes down...
The air catches my frosted breath as I try
warming your ear, with the heated whisper...
I stop and listen often,
to crinkling leaves of grace...
Dearest dande, lions will cry
scorned by a summer's heated kiss...
Sky
blows...
Step into the clean crisp air
Leave your soul standing there...
A tree is a strong spirit
leaves dangle like emeralds...