Better than ever
You were an inopportune rain...
to my drought possessed heart...
The coldest rain drops...
Sinked into every burst of my rustic heart...
Beautiful leaves and flowers..
Efforseced within few seconds...
Numbness wind blew...
Instead for the dry sandy wind...
But later I knew...
That you were not only rained for me...
So I told my heart..
" dusty and sneezing smell of the dry wind...
Is better than...
the fresh smell whitch comes from the newly weted soil... "
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