Her love onto a parched earth.
A wet earth with moist greens,
And swaying trees of yonder,
Outdid the blooms of the spring.
Drops willingly left heavens above,
Falling merrily into muddy puddles,
And in them they revealed,
The trees and the skies above.
Some hid themselves in buried seeds,
Waking up the sleeping shoots,
Which promised to bloom in spring.
But I love those that fall on you,
That trickle through your tresses,
Then roll over your cheeks,
Hoping that they could,
Find their way in
Through your sealed lips,
And unable sometimes ends up,
Flowing through your curves and knots,
Softening the earth beneath your pretty feet .
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