Poems rained,
Even in the shining
summer,
Like the rays beamed
to shine,
Like your expressions
tearing-
My soft places.
To know you in my
midnight dreams,
Everyday, it rained
lyrics of your songs,
Flowing to the veins
of my strings,
Resonated in my violin
strings,
That’s my song baby. That’s my song.
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