Rain of Love |Revisit

Let it wash,
the old memories,
the hurts and pain,
to blossom again,
in the rain of love.

A me in me,
dying alone,
let it soak,
the mud again,
make me alive,
alive again,
O’, rain of love.

Published by

Gautam Kumar

A poet who writes poetry.

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