Rain...

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Orphic droplets in her eyes
It was the first rain of that petty heart
in tears of disguise,
Her heart was first time broken
May be her very first felicity of small broken dreams which she assumed
as her very first victory of getting older.

She was stepping into world of
Lies and shook hands with a cruelty
which was carrying a meeking smile
under the veil of innocence.
Little she was aware that this scary change
Of which she was dreaming ethereal
it was the mere beginning of all the
falsifiability mystery of getting growing up.

She closed her eyes to absorb all ikigai
in that familiar petrichor
of her childhood reminiscent.
Nor she knows when it'll rain again?
So she doesn't want to miss the chance...

Searching happiness
in those little things...
She smiles so big
Had the bowed kings...
She excites over small things...
And so she sings
Another time she had the kings...

Reasons not small though...
Huge enough,
For they let her feelings row...
Making her laugh before rough.

Getting drizzled in all those hopes,
She bitterly faced some of the slopes...
She has that boy with the rope
With whom she can forever grope...

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