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Blossoms
Blossoms
Roses blossoms in red like your cheeks,
violets are blue, like your opened eyes
If the rain makes all things beautiful.
Shower me with tiny drops plentiful
I sketched your face on the sand it got washed.
I wrote your name in air, it was blown
The grass and flowers too.
If rain makes all things beautiful
Why doesn’t it rain on you?
then I wrote your name in my heart
after that, it became an incurable hurt
BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
www.thefilmmagazine.com
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