•°• Rain •°•

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The rain could wash away,
The blood from her wounds,
The droplets could mingle,
With her tears to conceal,
The thunder could quiten her screams,
The lightning could blind her eyes,
But the scars that's in her heart,
Are ever living.

~ Shami Jha

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