Rain is beautiful. Its drops slip between her hair, washing off sadness.
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graphs of my Universe
Rain is beautiful. Its drops slip between her hair, washing off sadness.
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How she loves pink rain!
Glistening in the blue sky
Swaying to the earthβ
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Good fruits, Beloved,
Fresh, crunchy and colourful
Carved on her sweet smiles.
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Itβs a blessed night: fresh for the rain.
Curtain of water
Falls down from the sky. Earth says
Thanks for the blessings.
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Rain has come almost everyday making the heart comfy and calm. Rain has always strengthened any kinds of dreams about this life. Rain is always the trigger of productivity.
So, never go away, Rain.
Oops! My laundry, my laundryβ¦.!
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these boysβ uniform reminds me of my childhood; in rainy days I would ignore umbrella and just ran home pushing the curtain of water π hey, the boys were on the way to school not home thatβs why they needed the βumbrellaβ π₯°
It rains, Beloved
Orange stays bright in the west.
Wish you were here, Who?
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Sometimes the one that is dearly missed is that who never remembers us. What a paradox!
Paradox is beauty of life, contradictory realities that are given at the same time. There are plenty of hidden messages in between only clear heart can read.
May all beings be happy. π
Indeed, Beloved
Whateverβs left by the rain
Is good memory.
Each water droplet saves it;
Plays its melody sweetly.
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I wish I could read your mind, borrow some of the words and insert them into a unique story.
An everlasting wishβ¦.
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