Rain The Crop Of Verse
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The crop of emotions in my heart
Is waiting for your sweet love rain
That rain of your heart's nectar
Is in this rude world my only gain
Through the spouts of your eyes
It can wet my hot, deserted plain
Seeds of my words in this verse
Are lying idle and lifeless in vain
Fish of my joy is in gloomy mud
Breathing hard in sorrow terrain
To make my all the verses alive
Rain thy eternal love once again
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