Rain and honey bee”
My wounds are moist, though seen her through slits of love
Although her gait is light, it still hurts my barren land
The rains are fallacious and my honey comb is soulless
 The Nightingales crawl away from  the Candle fly
and
The leaves are hiding their tears in raindrops
Colourless is the grace of flower budsÂ
And this spring has been cruel to me
Its beauty destroyed me and it didn’t stayÂ
Stay to heal me up
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