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Touching my window while it was raining,

Like I use to do when I was fifteen.

Smelling the essence of creatures existing,

Heaven falling in the ground, it’s mesmerising.

Today I’m breathing with my whole body,

And the aroma of nature is wrapping me,

In the blanket of love, raindrops poured into me.

I feel unease, crying looking at the trees,

I couldn’t sit below them and the day will end,

The creeping of birds would tell me,

Of the love, sky holds within!

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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