Echoes of laughter in the pitter-patter
Drowsy air laden with dreams
Words take shape on paper
As leaves get glazed in the rain
Every eye-full a shot
Every ear-full a song
Paths seduce to walk on
Every step thumping out
giddy smells of wet earth
From under curls of petals
And blades of grass
Poetry plays peekaboo
Such romance that diffuses in the air
That it sounds of the coming
Along with the rain, some wispy surprise
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