God of love,
your rain fell on
my open palms, bare
and became diamonds.
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catch the rain drops speak with these feel and listen some spiritual rhythms of GOD
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How I feel when raindrops fall on my open palms! A nice thought content in the poem.Like it.