Sometimes - Poem by shveta sahal
Sometimes as kiss of morning dew on the flesh,
Sometimes as mysterious fog on the mind,
Sometimes as recalcitrant stream on the heart,
Sometimes as detached snowflakes on the brain,
Sometimes as indulging raindrops on the soul,
How many more marvels do thou hold for her? Sire!
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