Walking in soft rain:
Birds sing
Wet vegetation gleams
Earthy scents sweeten the air.
I think of those who cannot share
The quiet joy
Bound to beds without ties
Imprisoned in rooms with open doors.
There is no reason to complain when
Walking in soft rain.
Birds sing
Wet vegetation gleams
Earthy scents sweeten the air.
I think of those who cannot share
The quiet joy
Bound to beds without ties
Imprisoned in rooms with open doors.
There is no reason to complain when
Walking in soft rain.
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