In The Pouring Rain
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In the pouring rain
I long for words to pour
Ideas to metamorphose into calligraphy
So that blank pages of our love
could be filled in indelible ink
The pages on which a stubborn silence
has spread like a carpet with a lifetime warranty
In the pouring rain
Solitude longs to break its handcuffs
And merge with pitter patter of freedom.
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