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I am happiest by myself. I like persons; not people. Music keeps me alive. I try to be worthy of God's love. I'm still trying to find my way...

The Smell Of Rain

Fresh
Deep
Brown
Earthy.
The sweet smell of life
Rushing to a silent call;
Like a lover to another
Sweet collision
Music divine.
Pure
Rich
Dark
True.
The ancient tune
That plays eternal
Unchanged, still true
As the first day
His first note broke
From the heavens
And rushed
To the yearning call
Of his lover below.
Peace,
At last.