Then there you are in the soft rain,
Every thing smells new all around you.
As the fish in the pond swim all around me,
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Then there you are in the soft rain, Every thing smells new all around you. As the fish in the pond swim all around me, Frogs to be who are not yet cannot love me. Cardinals bathe in the smallest of pools, Happy to sing of life... so vivid and fresh... i enjoyed it nice poem..
Winter turns into spring and summer. Soft rain too comes within. Seasons motivate life with dignity. An interesting poem is well penned.10