RainA Poem by BlueEyesI like the sound of the word "tepid."Tepid rain falls and the desert comes
alive colors beneath arise thirsty blooming upon
the sand The desert witch with her bells dance a spell dance a story dance for the
creation springing forth
from the cracks as the tepid
rain falls and the desert
comes alive © 2011 BlueEyesAuthor's Note
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18 Reviews Added on October 11, 2011 Last Updated on October 11, 2011 AuthorBlueEyesSanta Barbara, CAAboutI've been telling stories since I was a little girl (mostly to myself and my imaginary friends), and I guess around the end of elementary school, I finally began writing some of these stories. So that.. more..Writing
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