Liquid Embrace.

Liquid Embrace. short poem

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I love the feel of raindrops,
Fall on my face trickling down,
In a liquid embrace,
Gently wrapping me in.

I see the blinding lightning,
That lights up the sky,
With a thunderous clap,
Filling me with wonder.

It fills the reservoir of my heart,
Captivating my soul,
With a beautiful feeling,
When it pours down incessantly.

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ammu sachariah
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Got the feeling of enjoying in the rain.

Savi Mani
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Dear Geetha, how wonderfully written i could feel the ecstasy while reading the poem as if i am witnessing the incessant rain, you have woven the poem with such beautiful words……..who would not love nature who would not love rain….beautiful poem dear…….as always from you……

Viswas Menon
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very nice penning of thoughts….keep it up Geetha…

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