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Mar 2021
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Each time it rains
The memories of past flash backs again..

At the ending of the day,
The class ends,
The rain begins,
Heavy and forcing,
Rushing and gushing,

And she walks out carelessly ,
Starts her bike and rides in the tide,
Drenched, soaked, wet and refreshed,
In the rain, the memories ignite.

Sparkle In Wisdom.
21/3/2021
Sparkle in Wisdom
Written by
Sparkle in Wisdom  43/F/West Africa
(43/F/West Africa)   
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