the rain is slowly terminating, the sky
is clearing up and white clouds
are starting sailing on it.
the first rays of sunshine.
are creeping up your face,
you conjured on it, the smile.
which he likes
the same as
the warm touch, of your hands.
these pleasant feeling,
now, off in is walking us,
like a good drink.
we are going into the sun..
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