pitter pattering
the rain washed away, dirt, guilt
making us new again.
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pitter pattering
the rain washed away, dirt, guilt
making us new again.
the mask of darkness
is a reminder that light
is not far away.
Sweet smelling champak
invokes burning memories
lost and forgotten.
Reflecting sunshine
Dew drop on a leaf of the
lotus, lives and dies.
Nothing in the voice
of the breeze, hints the coming
of a thunderstorm.