My heart goes with the wind of love,
similar to feeling when first rain comes,
and I hold each drop of rain in strain,
like a man growing on carrier trust,
that does not simply miss the patience,
over the sanctum of membrane and embrace,
the life I do unfold when I grow old,
and bound it to live in each day's bindings,
that keep me alive till I feel the love everything.
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