A flock of rain fall


” A crowd came down the east slope of the rain from the sky,
” It is the last to go west toward the sky.
” At first I was afraid to see the ominous clouds,
” Finally dusto rain touches were all afraid of pruning,
” You’re not the person you born only for Amari ,,
Your Sweet Touch of Love is heaven blessed my life.
Your love touches me one day be free of the endless mudhumaya Love,
The sky will be just you and me take a look at all the lost ground.

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