When Wounds Fell Away Like Rain

I remember that day when the wounds fell from our bodies. When they hit the street, they broke apart like raindrops and sparkled everything clean. Even Death washed all its dirt away that day. It sang while it was showering. Reminiscing about those times when it was young and free. When every moment was filled with joy. Every moment a parade of peace and breath.

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