Clouds may be new,
fresh may appear each droplet
The rain that leaps down the skies,
falling in love with the soil
again and again
Is as old or young,
as the sea ageless
Undulating with each wave,
a longing to the shore waiting
Updated: Feb 27, 2024
Clouds may be new,
fresh may appear each droplet
The rain that leaps down the skies,
falling in love with the soil
again and again
Is as old or young,
as the sea ageless
Undulating with each wave,
a longing to the shore waiting
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