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A paradisiac time
To play with affable words
Messily and shoddily;
Swiftly, to write you a poetry
Accompanied by precip and petrichor
along with a hot tea cup on my writing desk in my room;
And you visibly onto my white pages spreading greatly
Globules tap my windows,
Tipping pleasure on the pane
Painic storm briskly closing off my window ,
Yet ,the sound of the droplets opulences me,
Trying to solace my soul
I embrace you ,
So strongly.
Not to leave off,
I being with you,
It is a bewitching  instance,
When the sound of rains
Beginning  patters airily on the roof
Let me any more  sleep by the coming sweet sound from the roof ,
Falling probably

"Tip" "Tip" Tip" .
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first, welcome back after a long time, we are happy to see you again
second, nice post and i enjoyed reading it
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nice words and swiftly written... :)

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shared Apr 4, 2017 in Poem by kabir_26490
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