Summer's Rain
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The image of a dry land
The image of a dry face
Come alive
With every Summer
The string of Summer
Is always attached
With rain
As rain can only
Wipe away
The dryness and
Release the tears of pain
That lie under
Forced smiles of layers
The Summer
Can bring alive
The cuckoo's song
Heard in spring
In the chequered path
Of white and black
The dream of rainbow
Not always realized.
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