Washing the dusty world away. On thirsty leaves, the drops alight, a soft percussion, pure and bright. The earth drinks deep, a welcome sigh, as clouds drift slowly through the sky.
A quiet peace, a cooling grace . . ."
//Unknown Author
Washing the dusty world away. On thirsty leaves, the drops alight, a soft percussion, pure and bright. The earth drinks deep, a welcome sigh, as clouds drift slowly through the sky.
A quiet peace, a cooling grace . . ."
//Unknown Author
Hassan: Sometimes when you make an accusation, it’s kind of a confession