Palace of Gems
Her warm brown hair dishevelled by the wind and rain
----the rain beat upon the roof with force and clatter
the wind force its cool air into the crack of the window
sending chills crawling her bare; she shivers
And he whom she called her beloved husband wrapped his handy arm around her body
----the heat made their heart beat to ecstasy
And they kissed, and kissed, and kissed
The growl of thunder was distant and passing away
---the rain beats softly upon the roof
and soon the rain will be over
And the sun will turn the glistening green world to a palace of gems
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