And he walked...

The rains must have left
Her moist on the street
For there seeing builds getting
Reflect,
A traveler walked,
As if the late evening walk
Was his only way
To get filled proper
To be swayed
By dreams
Drawing line sketches...
And colors filling in every corner and nook
As if the street drenched flowed like a brook...

The rains him made to take a walk
The rains gave birth to heavenly beanstalk
Reaching climbing all the way
To the sky
The Rains where resides...

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