Raining, I am ; at the peculiar end of things. The breeze softly caressing every neglected porse es s; I feel it, the singing of the Atlantic shores. y Sylvia of the North West Sea, a siren with the face of my duplicate self. I've abandoned now, the past is not here to be another lover but a prophecy for the future.Today, I poured endlessly, I washed & cleansed my sins. I'm saving, me- Dolly, 28.11.2018 ------&--------