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Healing stone
When he reached for my hand to pull me up
a great feeling of love washed over...
rains poured from my eyes
puddling the ground beneath me
frogs began to hop and gather at my feet
I bent down to collect two moistened stones
perfectly rounded and fitted for these hands
I breathed in... deep, bowed on my knees
Looked up to him and asked him, Please...
Cleanse this soul of it's greatest defeat
There is nothing
Quite like the Cleansing Rain, is there.
Glad I could help, milady
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
Grateful!
You're the best!!
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As always
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr