droplets of rain could stop my pain, tears
from a dew of the morning straw wouldn't ease
the tears in my inner flow
feel the flower suck standby as the proboscis
butterfly act; envy the birds that lay in the eggs
capture the moisturizing play
rain comes as it may go, wet my shoulder
and head make it so, and may the face cover
with snow, wipe me up to clean for all you
know
rain stare my eyes, night and day you always
be the memory of me, till you see droplets of
like grain in the grinding stone i must be
my angels prayer pour out their tears, in every
check they touch my lips; tired and exhausted,
still they step in my longing heart, i felt am
strips
delightful rain; wish me to clean and cool my
pain of today …..
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