She is not de facto a rain
But a fairy of rain
Who is recently drenched
My thoughts of disdain
Yes, perhaps she might have headed
The victory on her way
As her name hold herself such
To not become a victim in her life's play
I just have lost her knowingly
But she found my bare heart of thoughts
So, I let her to drench my thirsty
Notions of ill feelings and hurts.
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