The rain is suffocating inside the clouds
The leaves are burning in agony
I pluck flowers often
and place them in my books
wondering anything beautiful needs to be preserved.
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This poem is so beautiful, so dynamic!
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Thank you Nameera. I love you. 🙂
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And the rain fell, the clouds heaved in happiness, the parched skin now relaxes and Spring leaves replace the autumn wilt.
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Hopefully.
I missed the spring this year due to lockdown and it’s getting heavier to survive without all the flowers. I wish there was a way out but thank you for a beautiful comment.
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I completely understand. A few more days is what I keep telling myself, hopefully.
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Hope is all we have.
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Indeed! The only things that remains when everything else dwindles.
(Funny thing, I don’t see comments showing up today in my notifications today)
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What a coincidence! I am not getting notifications of comments too.🤭
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Even comments are trying to be socially distant! Bad joke! 😀
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Hahaha.Yes.
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👏it was a Goodread. Loved it
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I am glad you liked it. Thank you.
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Wow wow wow 😍
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Thank you Jaadu!💙🍃
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