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| Dew Drops... |
Hot n barren land, soaking the drizzling rain;
Watching the serene nature draining all its pain.
The birds are chirping out loud overwhelmed by the pour;
Waiting all the
year round for this day, finally getting rid of the roar.
Greenery surges me to absorb every ounce of the aura around;
My feet are dancing to the rhyme, my heart is singing to the sound.
Witnessing this very beauty, makes my mind muse;
Fights, frustrations are futile, even the truce.
Intrigued even by the very essence of the drip;
My soul is flying high, draining the reason to crib.
