Once it is dried
Waiting for the
rain
The touches of
silky shadows
Moving slowly in
motion
The drumbeats of
the rain
Hitting hard on the
dry narrow groove
Once it sinks full
into it
The gate of twin
dry lips open
The driving hard on
the road
The driver humming
his tune
The lights dance in
the motion
The wind blowing
hot and cold
The rain falls; the
motion high
The sweet melody
whispering by the wind
Carrying it off
into the mind of paradise
Locking the bridge
feeling the moving race
The mind of play
Soaking wet by the
rain
The howling of the
deep
The drumbeats of
the driving
The koi fish swims
Long and hard in
the pond
Feeling the
goodness and joy
The freedom in the wet
groove
The winter falls
The snowflakes
floating away
Leaving behind its
marks of presence
In the valley of
the groove
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