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ओंस की बूँद चेहरे पर पड़ रही थी। The rain... Like

ओंस की बूँद चेहरे पर पड़ रही थी। The rain...

Like the touch of rain she was 
Let the rain kiss her
Let the rain beat upon her head 
With silver liquid drops 
With the love of the storm he burns,
On a man's flesh and hair and eyes 
When the joy of walking thus 
Has taken him by surprise.. 
He sings, he laughs, well I know how, 
But forgets when she returns.
Open the window, and let the air 
Freshly blow upon her face and hair, 
And fill the room, as it fills the night, 
With the breath of the rain's sweet might. the rain
#dropofwater
#refreshment 
#lifeonearth
#peace
ओंस की बूँद चेहरे पर पड़ रही थी। The rain...

Like the touch of rain she was 
Let the rain kiss her
Let the rain beat upon her head 
With silver liquid drops 
With the love of the storm he burns,
On a man's flesh and hair and eyes 
When the joy of walking thus 
Has taken him by surprise.. 
He sings, he laughs, well I know how, 
But forgets when she returns.
Open the window, and let the air 
Freshly blow upon her face and hair, 
And fill the room, as it fills the night, 
With the breath of the rain's sweet might. the rain
#dropofwater
#refreshment 
#lifeonearth
#peace