oh how i love rains,
looking through it
by the window panes.
it's sound hitting the ground,
seemingly without no bound.
through the metaphors
i believe i see,
i try to merge them;
wanting to know
what the world would be.
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raindrops
Поэзияwords that drizzles, falls, and showers like raindrops through me but doesn't fall visibly.
