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Showers of Invisible Grace

Renita Johny Alapatt

A cold , soft breeze brushes through my hair ..
As I sit near my doorstep,
Gazing at the beauty of rain. .
And listening to the musical melody of rain drops ..

Yes , I'm taken to a divine abode ..
Where I opened my eyes to a magical dawn,
Filled with the illusionary presence of mist ..
And the drizzling love of rain..

Allow me to remain in this paradise where I'll happily weave my dreams !


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