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this poem is for my best friend |
| The street is flooded by rain streams And by tender rays of light. Every raindrop is a reflection of dreams That are going through my mind. I watch the sun slowly setting And coloring the sky. Colorfully it is being painted Like wings of butterfly. This beauty fills me with delight. I wish it never ends, Sparkling dance of water and light. And what I know, my friend, Is that, not only my heart is Now filled with joy and harmony, But you do feel this peaceful bliss Of what outdoors we see. That right now you're looking, too. Through the window outside. That you're closing your eyes, too. Because of playful rays of light. |