Sunday, August 3, 2008
RAIN
Some people say that rain is a symbol of sorrowBut when I look at the pouring rainAnd smell the fragrance of wet soil and grassI think about the scent of yesteday the scent of joysGlowing like the crystal drops of rainAnd my heart was blooming like the young flowersPoured by the rainNow, the rain is falling againI thank God for not having taken our innocenceFor letting us keep our clearness of
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