The rain makes the earth,
A vibraphone.
Touching the leaves-
With a musicians fingers
The drops falls like pearls and does always ignite
the romance in me.
The cold drops calls me from a distance-
To dissolve my thoughts,
To diffuse my love,
To the fertile earth.
I search for a deep blue sea in his eyes,
I ponder for a smile in his lips,
But he is browsing the net...
His eyes wide open at the information.
And I try to find the definition
Of beauty in it.
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