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Giggling and Laughing,
She was looking sideways,
Trying to avoid the hawk eyes,
She made her way to the back door.
Throwing her black N white aside,
She wore a pair of flip-flops,
Happily jumping and hopping,
She made her way to the lawn.
Pitter-patter crystal clear drops,
Falls from the azure blue sky,
She forwards her hands,
To feel the crystal drops kissing her naked arms.
Jumping from the verandah,
She spreads her arms and inhaled the scent of wet soil,
A hearty smile etched,
With serenity adorned her face.
Splashing on the murky puddles,
Jerking her head sideways,
Without any worry and care,
She danced and laughed openly.
Rain is one of my favorite seasons. I hope I find a pluviophile admits the audience.
Thanks for your time.
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Faded Lines
PoetryA book of emotions narrating about the faded lines which are forgotten in the passage of time. A poetic outbrust of encaged feelings I'll post quotes, selfmusings, microtales, poetries written by me from time to time. Updated Twice A Day In short, i...
