Waiting

Waiting short poem

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I am in fact
Waiting for the rain
When the water and sun
Make love again

When Mother Nature sings
When the moon hides
When deathly thunder rings
When the thirsty earth chides
When lovers embrace
And I feel their hearts race
When a stroke of lightning
Is stronger than the sun rays
When mighty oak trees
Recuse their stance
When lightning strikes
Making rain drops dance

I am in fact
Waiting for the rain
When my world
Will be brand new again

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A little about me needs some thinking am I a writer? an artist? I'm also good at singing I love the stage Don't think I look my age maybe I'm a trainer or a poet? but don't worry I am on it. :-).
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Shamala Chandran
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Hi, Very nice thoughts…mother nature never fails to amaze us…

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