In an abyss dark and cold
words fell in composition to form. Swimmingly rhythmic nearing the surface intrigued. Drenched feet
felt earth, grounding in light; heightened interest. A dance began
wings breaking through skin to one,
silk spun another. Wrinkled time and sheets smothered flight;
fought. Hindrance only a delay
kissing the ground she rose anyway.
It rains now.

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Fair weather friends must be avoided for they will surely leave you alone in time of storms .

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In life touch of mother can only make us to feel storm like situations as fairweather.

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