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winter
In winter,
I become a writer
When I see heavy rain,
I smile because I realize that I am not the only one crying out.
I look at the world as though I am a child who does not understand anything,
Where I consider clouds are also crying for their own reasons.
And my smile after my sadness is that rainbow that appears after the sun meets the rain.
I love winter,
Because it is a sign of humanity and love
I love seeing people share their umbrellas with those who don't have theirs,
I love sleeping next to my siblings and get covered by one blanket and watching the TV.
I love winter,
I love the rain.
© Abaobaid Reem
I become a writer
When I see heavy rain,
I smile because I realize that I am not the only one crying out.
I look at the world as though I am a child who does not understand anything,
Where I consider clouds are also crying for their own reasons.
And my smile after my sadness is that rainbow that appears after the sun meets the rain.
I love winter,
Because it is a sign of humanity and love
I love seeing people share their umbrellas with those who don't have theirs,
I love sleeping next to my siblings and get covered by one blanket and watching the TV.
I love winter,
I love the rain.
© Abaobaid Reem
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