Whenever I Try
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Whenever I try to compose a poem on rain
The page of book for scribbling overcast with clouds
Heard thunder-claps
Flashing of lightning makes more darken
Pages drenched
by the side of the window leaves of the plants and bushes flapping
One day the note-book vie with the whirling tempest flew away
Deep blue backgroud
White pages fluttering and absorbing the streak of lightning.
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Henüz puan verilmemiş