Hey, am i not waved, trembled?

When the rains fall like this
Like rains do fall everywhere,
How can me just sit quiet
Without singing for you, holding on to me , me lyre?

How can one just watch and see
The rains reaching the mind
And the depth of the soul,
And reaching one to the eternity,
Without holding on to that flow?
Without feeling within that intoxication
Of a rainy rained musical soulful a morn?

O Dear me,
So me sings,
So me flies by wireless,
So me wears a wet moist songy unrest...


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