In The Mizzle
In the Mizzle,

When people hurry to their houses,

A celestial pearl in the sky was suspended in the velvet darkness,

Beads of sweat on the leaves and flowers,

The rain came down silvery,

As if the sky wailed about it’s melancholy,

I ran and got soaked to the skin in the pouring rain,

It reminded me of a feeling of coming home,

I was embraced by nature when I was happy and sad ,

I was lost in ethereal nature;


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