Rain
The Pigeons of life being set to fly,
fear in the raging hearts ,they just can't defy
for the lamenting eyes , when they turn vile
And the pleasant solitude of them, remains in exile..
Intrigued by the clouds, winds just followed
the charming loneliness , felt alone on its own
for the friend,whose war, as if it waged,
when the pain was warm enough...
Their love rained and soon everything erased..
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