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Raindrops
You cool my being when it's catastrophically sad.
When you just touch my skin, it's my mind that goes gladly mad.
The rhythm of classic music fills your pitter-patter
Between you and the wind, what exactly is the chatter?
My heart, like a red rose, blooms. The aroma of love spreads.
From within, as a thick speck of summer dust, ego shreds
Is there, between you and the earth, a passionate debate?
Joy, like new sprouts, from my interiors rejuvenates.
Do you mirror my sadness? You erased my tears, I know.
Don't you know, that it's out of inner pain that the tears blow?
Lightning peeps from clouds like a shy girl behind her mother.
Each bubble in troubled waters tries to smash the other.
I feel cleansing, like freshness of physique after a bath.
Is the thunder raising its voice a sign of divine wrath?
Zeus, Oya, Indra, and Hyades dance in euphoria.
There's, on earth, a rhyme and chime of Amen Alleluia.
Copyright ©
Christuraj Alex
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