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The Sad But Joyful Rain….
The sound of the footsteps mushing outside,
How it’s coming from the above meritoriously,
And having everyone mystified,
It is always to be fated and emphasised;
Sitting in the balcony,
With a shed above,
Either with a book in our hands;
Or family around,
The momentary petrichor fragrance coming from the soil,
Dancing in the rain with all our might
And sadly;
When the rain stops:
Enjoying the hot chocolate peacefully,
At night, hoping for the moment last forever,
And every time it does happen;
moreover, waiting for it to happen repeatedly.
© vincywriteshereandthere
How it’s coming from the above meritoriously,
And having everyone mystified,
It is always to be fated and emphasised;
Sitting in the balcony,
With a shed above,
Either with a book in our hands;
Or family around,
The momentary petrichor fragrance coming from the soil,
Dancing in the rain with all our might
And sadly;
When the rain stops:
Enjoying the hot chocolate peacefully,
At night, hoping for the moment last forever,
And every time it does happen;
moreover, waiting for it to happen repeatedly.
© vincywriteshereandthere
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