Dancing in the rain

You startled me,

With the cyanish shirt I brought for you,

We were outside in mid- July,

Eating all the junkies that street corners had,

From more spicy to mild,

From less sugary to sweetened.

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Strolling each and every alley of Bosco,

That lane where first,

We saw each other,

were stopped by the memories,

You went a little back,

To the same edge.

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The moment you were about to say something,

It started to rain,

With a flash lightning in the cloud,

Those strong thundering in the sky,

Made me petrified,

I rushed towards you,

And flung into your arms,

“will you stick around me forever like this?”

You whispered,

To which I said forever.

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And that day,

We danced in the rain out of the doors,

Like we used to,

But this time,

Our beats joined the drops from the heart rooms.

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