Midnight Call

Drops of rain splashing through my window panes,
Gentle breeze wake me up.

I could see the naughty moon playing with the rainy clouds,
I stood up from my spongy bed.

Who is sharing the morning gossips in this silent night?!?!?!

Oh! Its the jumping drops that shares his entire journey,
Within a little time, who come across his soulmate stream.

I could see them holding hands, rowing together towards
The oceanic depths - the heaven of their eternal love

I realise, when the sky turns dark,
Its the beginning of a unique love saga.


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