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Apr 2015
Rain falling is music to my ears.
Like a lullaby to a baby while he sleeps.
It takes away the thoughts for a moment
As if robbing the mind that no one can.
But as the rain falls harder and the air gets colder
I realized one thing has never left
The bleakness of the weather may make the mind forget
But never what the heart has felt..
March 17, 2015
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summer
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