From heavens up above, descending gracefully the first drop of rain,
holding the reflection of entire earth in its tiny little frame.
As gravity brings them closer, an apprehension it maintains,
but when it touches down,
earth flourishes, sprouts,
absorbs it within her loving embrace,
of all things beautiful and divine, this tiny little drop of rain is giver of life.
As the skies open up and pours down with all its might, every drop of rain paints similar magical sight.
Surreal as it might be, the same magic happens to me,
whenever in your beautiful eyes, I see a reflection of me.
holding the reflection of entire earth in its tiny little frame.
As gravity brings them closer, an apprehension it maintains,
but when it touches down,
earth flourishes, sprouts,
absorbs it within her loving embrace,
of all things beautiful and divine, this tiny little drop of rain is giver of life.
As the skies open up and pours down with all its might, every drop of rain paints similar magical sight.
Surreal as it might be, the same magic happens to me,
whenever in your beautiful eyes, I see a reflection of me.
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