the rhythm of raindrops fall down drumming a solitary beat onto a weathered Vane the house sits and prays that one day the sun will shine upon its face again instead of clouds bringing in the rain the house is torn inside not knowing what to do about the love of the two
Verry interesting write. I loved it!
Blessings,
Libby
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on November 20, 2003
Wonderful write!
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on November 20, 2003
Such a creative write. I've never thought of it that way. The wait for your oil painting to load was well worth the wait. Wow! Fabulous art you do Jeanette. You-da-Woman!
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