It rains, the love flames have passed away
And poplars are dolefully leaning
Memories, like spirits, are carrying
Void hearts through the desolation bay
It rains, a rain alike tears stream
That washes veins, dilutes in my blood,
This ardent passion, its flower bud,
Pouring it into a languid dream
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sadness does rule this planet only few seconds are happiness and I keep looking for those seconds...cheers