The rain drops have a conspiracy,
They have a silent wish … a plea.
Softly ,slowly the gentle breeze says so much.
Listen please… 'Why is this distance between you and me'.
The rain is not so straight, It has a twist.
Its telling us something as it pours and mists.
Desire like a firefly grows bright then dim.
It is such a sweet predicament that we`re in.
Don’t discard the request from our lips like this,
Don’t call this wish of our breathe remiss.........
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