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Hold it tight and walk out,
It will rain then,
All the odds despite,
Be it from heaven,
Or my eyes.
Sun will shine
Through the water
Moon will ripe out shy
Behind the tree of fruits unripe,
Just grab my hold baby,
And walk out.
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It will rain... a lot more than we want it too... life is about holding on through the rain and getting through to a good day... I keep looking for that good day... it will be here... <3
ReplyDeleteIt will dear...just keep the hope alive :)
DeleteHaving someone's hand to hold when the rain comes is so encouraging and comforting...I like how you liken it to the sun shining and the moon glowing full!
ReplyDeleteYeah..very true. Thank you for reading it.
DeleteAbout the sun and moon stuff I am still learning from you. :)
Let it rain but not from your eyes. And a hand to hold pray you always have, the weather be nice... Or otherwise :)
ReplyDeleteLike the first rain of summer, your poem is very refreshing and full of life and hope!
ReplyDeleteThank you The gardener. :)
DeleteI wanted my return to be sweet and refreshing...
well well welll , lovely poem and heres wishing those hands never part ..
ReplyDeleteBikram
I like the title of your blog , dumb heart.. true but then its better to have a dumb heart then having a MEAN -calculative heart :)
DeleteBikram
Always. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteVery sweet Namrata :)
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