she knew in its
very first few drops
that this rain
doesn't belong to her.

yet, she held her palms open
only to feel it
dripping through her fingers
drop by drop.

and she let it fall
once and for all.

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She is waiting for rain,
in the desert.

And Likewise hope
always sustains!

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It's not found...
It's built..
And it's called love !!

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Oooo

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that's the difference between both of us.
you still remember only the last days
we were struggling through,
whereas i remember
how connected we were from day one.
and no wonder, i'm glad
of all that we had.

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i thought writers are
all the words
that they write.
but no,
maybe writers are
all the feelings,
they hide under
these words spilt.

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that smile
which lights up
my face,
everytime you cross
my mind
is what i still cherish.

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when everyone believed in her smile,
he was the only one who could interpret
all the stories she hid behind it.

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Iiii

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Iiii

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