Art of love

A bird drenched in rain asks

In this rain I have received the nature all  soaking

Like a breath caught in the throat

Oh God why did you make the heart?

And kept my soul in a shorter frame of art

Then the rain stopped and the sun shone its light

And gave the bird a shy flame but the thunder did not stop

And the voice of the bird became the sound of a flute

 

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