RAIN THIS JUNE ...
... The world ... lots of rain fell in June of this ... I love the rain ... I'm glad the rain is still going down. Flowing ... poured from the sky. Forest wet ... wet leaves ... Insects hide behind the logs. Oh yes, I forgot to say, before the rain came down, I see a rainbow with 7 enticing colors adorn the open sky. And when the rain stops, I feel the fragrance of the land th...at is bubbling from the depths. What could be more beautiful than that ...?
The World ... ... I do not think so: because the waste clogged waterways. Water could not flow. And finally here we are flooded. If that happens, is there anything wrong with rain? For me the rain never lost his romantic though it resulted in flooding. See streaks of white nodes, which flew from the sky falling, I always remember the twinkle eyeballs. Eyes that never loses its charm.
The world ... sorry ... this time I did not write a poem for you. I am not losing power. Not me lost for words. But I feel my poem will not be more meaningful with what we feel today. Is not the rain that poured the most beautiful poetry? Is not your hair that falls on my shoulders is the most beautiful poetry? Is not our love is the most beautiful poetry? And we want to continue living in it ...
*I wrote this time last June, when I was enjoying the rain, and I fell asleep on the balcony of my bedroom window, with a deep*
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