- What do I have to live for?
- The monsoon winds, the taste of storm-winds in your mouth in the middle of summer. The sound of the rain, the kiss of it on your skin. The promise of exotic cities you've only heard of. The winds from distant deserts that touch you in a place you never knew existed. You have so much to live for.
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Arcadia
PoetrySpilled thoughts, letters from no one, stories of another time, another place. - || H.R. : #50 in Poetry ||