STORYMIRROR

Shower

Shower

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When the winds whish through the trees

And the aroma of petrichor fills the space,

When those clouds cry out to be freed from the dark circle

And those droplets dangle and fall from the tips of a leaf,

When those frogs croak in happiness

And earth enjoys this entire experience,

There is a lonely soul, wanting just your shower of love,

To get rid of the numbness and feel alive again!!



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