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Apr 3
The cold embrace,
whispers through the breeze.
Raindrops fall,
the sky’s quiet tears.

from the grey clouds,
the rain starts to pour.
bringing water to life,
awakening the earth once more.


The rain, a sound of comfort.
it is like a song in my ears.
The rain, my source of ease.
starting freshhhhh :>
Rin
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Rin
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