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Rain
When rain falls,
The inner river flows,
Dry desert moves,
Mind becomes liquid joy,
Rain is my moist pain,
Past becomes living present,
Pain full of love and sensation.
I go back to my little hut,
Rainy hut with pulsating heart,
Fanciful mind with Love-laden soul,
Youthful joy and apposite pain,
On my bed I am with my lonely mind,
With nature I chant the name,
The name of my childhood dream,
The name that runs through vein,
With the current of lightning and bolt
The essential Joy of thrilling feeling.
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