A Lover's Pen

The drops twinkle in the sky,
falling down. . . .
They touch me,
when I am along their way to earth.
In the journey, they seem to be like jewels.
Splitting themselves to collect the joyful splashes.
Beyond the age,
Enjoy the breeze.
It’s just a magic of nature freezing us a moment.

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