Oh my beloved rain,
Ye rained again fading the burning, warming the cold embrace,
O my beloved rain this time the cruelty of agonised pattering sound had turned into rhythm of heart,
O my beloved it yet not occurred what had gone hadn't lifted up my spirit,
What had I given lifted my Story,
O my beloved rain thee let the place become my peace again which became the existence of my faded memory,
O my beloved rain ye again took me to the places I hadn't been since long ago.
O my beloved rain thee made me acquaintance to the autumn monsoon of peace and love.
The falling leaves of autumn and the falling drops of rain what could do more justice than this o my beloved rain.
Let us meet when it's winter again.
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Whisper Of A Silent Heart: Loving And Romanticising
Poetry"My love was as cruel as my nightmares, and it was as beautiful as my daydream, which never dare to turn itself into reality, neither did it ever ended like a daydream, the agony kept hanging me like that of half hope, the hope kept hanging me like...
