Some Bonds Are Just Formed...
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The tiny little drops of rain
Weave the necklace of elegant pearl
As they meter their journey down
But the wind around can't whirl
Without her consent to be blown
So embraced her in arms full
Until hands fail to set horizon
Overflowing on her very own will
For wind and rain unite as one
Temple of wind on the rule
And comply the body of rain.
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