Raining

What happens,

When an artist becomes an art itself,

Where a soul and it’s connection sparkles ,

When a man and his destiny becomes one ,

Where surface becomes the reflection ,

When a mark turns into a structure ,

Where the rhythm flows in harmony,

When flourishing beeeze turns into ascension,

Where clouds burns in compassion,

When tears turn into fire ,

Captivating the bleeding heart into a blissful desire .

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