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Marks Of Love…

In this rain when I look up in the sky,
The rain touches my soul and I am high.
I feel blood gushing to my face,
The world around me fills with music.
I can feel your touch with every drop of rain,
It takes away from my heart this mighty pain.
But then the fear wraps me around.
When the sun will dry this ground.
I will lose you with the sunshine,
Leaving me with the marks of love so divine…


© 2012 Pimmi Nag