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Daniel k
Daniel k
Sep 15, 2020 · 1 min read

Countless free fallings
Of down drops pouring-
Opened from the high sky
Pouring down its teary drops.
And softly plops the ground wet
In chimes of steady beats.
And sings the mellow tunes
Of its sullen melancholic blues.
Under the pouring tears
We stand underneath,
Letting the plops of tears
Soaking us underneath.
And seeps in the mellows
Of songs of the bluey sky,
And moistens our hardened souls
As it parches the barrenness to life.

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