Before he sat beside me, the cloud took a human shape; Strange was his countenance, so strange was the landscape! “Of the long gone days, let me tell you the story Days of grandeur, days of splendor and glory! Nothing about you was mysterious or enigmatic! You were great, respectful and charismatic! Your tales were epical; your aura was a cure! You were clean and transparent, you were pure” Before he sat beside me, the cloud took a human shape; Strange was his countenance, so strange was the landscape! Rochdi Bouille July 28, 2014
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