Like a continuous rain 


‎Come every day  
‎I will give you a rose  
‎I’m telling the truth…  
‎I will hold the thorns of rose in my chest  
‎these will never touch you   
‎This life is by the river  
‎and the young grass is awake   
‎Even after you burn me
‎in the fire of suffering every day  
‎my running to you is like a continuous rain…  






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