Its a poem with my heart n soul. . . . .Please read it slowly. . . . .
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It was raining. . . . .
She was by the window. . . . .
Resting her face on the breeze blowing by. . . . .
The wind carried with her across the hall,
The smell of new-born mud and her sweet fragrance. . . . .
I picked up my weak knees,
Worked my way through the furniture,
Walked up to her slowly. . . . .
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It was raining. . . . .
Resting her face on the breeze blowing by. . . . .
The wind carried with her across the hall,
The smell of new-born mud and her sweet fragrance. . . . .
I picked up my weak knees,
Worked my way through the furniture,
Walked up to her slowly. . . . .
