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The portion of Life
When the rain is dripping so hard,
On the roof tops of our houses,
The most pleasant of the noises,
Rings our ears with thoughts and memories.
The drip-drip of the raindrops,
Rolls down the clear glass of our windows,
The raindrops then tell us,
How we wasted our most needed life portion.
The whenever the rain sprinkles down,
As tears of mother nature,
Reminding all of the humanity that how we wasted her brewed magic portion.
And now we humans have become blind monstrous creatures, Who have always upset mother nature. And now when we will start to fix the mess, the clock would have stopped ticking, And all this message comes from a meek, little raindrop, rolling down as tears of mother nature.
© an1217
On the roof tops of our houses,
The most pleasant of the noises,
Rings our ears with thoughts and memories.
The drip-drip of the raindrops,
Rolls down the clear glass of our windows,
The raindrops then tell us,
How we wasted our most needed life portion.
The whenever the rain sprinkles down,
As tears of mother nature,
Reminding all of the humanity that how we wasted her brewed magic portion.
And now we humans have become blind monstrous creatures, Who have always upset mother nature. And now when we will start to fix the mess, the clock would have stopped ticking, And all this message comes from a meek, little raindrop, rolling down as tears of mother nature.
© an1217
