This grey day speaks to me. I can sense her message floating on the wind.
Whispering as she pushing through the naked branches of trees surrounding this house.
Soft urgent whispers swirl around and around...
through the mournful cry of Black Bird and the pouring out of the sky, She weeps out loud for her children; all inhabitants of Earth...
before it's too late....
before it's too late.
p.najafabadi
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