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Raindrops ❤💙💚💛💜


Raindrops ..... not just a mere word of nine letters ........ but a constant never ending flowing of so much emoticons (emotions )😊😊😊 .

Memories were alway tough . . . In the same way that person is to u  ❤.

Becoming two strips of paper , it just flies ...... the exact place where it's entry is forbidden it's exactly where it flies . 

Age again strikes to be just a number , and those words of heart again and again wins.

" Dishahara kamon boka MONTA RE . "

JUST FOR THAT ONE GLANCE ....... JUST FOR THAT ONE TOUCH ........ JUST FOR THAT BREATHE OF URS TOUCHING MY CHEEKS ........ JUST FOR THAT FOUR LETTERS BEING TOGETHER ... THAT MESS ... THAT HUSTLE ...THAT  CRY ...  THAT TUSSLE .

OOOOOPPPSSSSSSSSS ! LOOK I JUST GOT DIVERTED FROM THOSE RAINDROPS WE WERE TALKING ABOUT . . . . . EXACTLY WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT .

Sky full of clouds . . . Those grand clouds . . . Doesn't really form any in the temple of heart . Rain causes so much of TANDAV satisfying so much of our urge . Then all goes to the climax with the mesmerizing dance of peacock . Then all stops with a motherly peace , all over the earth .


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  1. Her comfy zone2 August 2020 at 07:53

    Wow!! It was really so mesmerizing ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ keep writing such beautiful stuffs!! Waiting for more!!

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  2. Unknown4 August 2020 at 23:35

    Keep going girl ❤️❤️

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