She Is Still Shy
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Cool wind cool showers, yet it warms,
Ask her to come with the wine of rains,
Virgin clouds need your nudist charms.
Around me and her should be curtains.
You come to me in the rainy seasons
Come and please and go somewhere,
She comes to me having no reasons,
Came for ever, she's here she's there.
Recollect the day we met in the rains,
You became a curtain on the watching sky,
Join her in giving a few more stains.
Naughty clouds! You know she is still shy.
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