the love
when it rains
do not stretch your hands.
the drops from the dark clouds
are with enmity
won't make the scalds of love
Poetry Slam:
This poem is about:
Our world
when it rains
do not stretch your hands.
the drops from the dark clouds
are with enmity
won't make the scalds of love
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