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Hazel McKay
The rain is peaceful,
And with all the plants around
I feel like I'm in a rainforest.
Love is often portrayed in twos,
Two wandering souls whose paths are merged,
Blessed by the hands of fate.
A lone wanderer will be misplaced,
Too trivial to be given the attention that will sprout songs in their name.
Yet, it seems to me the greatest stuff for bedtime tales;
A warrior who had no one keeping the candle on,
Gazing out the window awaiting their return.
One whose only companion was the echo of their heartbeat,
Who faced a blazing desert and turned it to a rainforest with nothing but their tears.