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Raindrops
Sleeping for the ages that define,
the chronicles of mankind,
barely heard the voice of cracking,
but not understand what it is,
something cool touched my cheeks,
dreaming interpreted it as snow,
as I opened my eyes, found its raining,
The raindrops were filtered by a wind,
touching my cheeks,
letting me awake,
letting my hands to hold the raindrops,
my heart travelled to ages back,
even the most thing I considered,
these rain drops can be disappeared by time,
and can reappear with time,
even though this rain makes me feel,
I have a soul within me
© Maya