thinking it's going to be just
another day.
and i opened the doors of my
balcony, and allowed the morning air
to brush my face and wake me up
with the magic it casts.
and that's when i heard the sound of
the rain,
my eyes opened in an instant,
and i saw two tiny feet
dancing, wearing pink shoes
and holding a hand which seemed
rather gigantic.
the song of the raindrops
took me through a journey,
and i realized what beauty IS.
and slowly... it stopped.
the rain was no more,
but i believe
the beauty still exists.
open your eyes,
let the morning air brush your face,
you'll see it-
right there, in your face.
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