Rain

Rhythm of rain Smell of sand 

memory of creation 

Trees that talk 

Dreams walk 

Like cat;

Of an old town .. 

Until now 

I have no idea 

What and how ..

To start 

Or be part 

Of rain 

To cry together 

Feel the pain 

..

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