I'm gazing upon drizzle out of window
and recollect my girl in depth of my memory.
It drizzles silently like tear drops for yearning,
wetting my heart soaked...
Though it drizzles tenderly as her touch,
It wells tear in my eyes.
It drizzles dolefully like my sighs,
scattered on wind chasing for her image...
travelling over the hill and path of my memory...
with no response nor trace.
Drizzle,it may be her tears of yearning for me,
scattered upon wind like mine.
This drizzle may be her shy call,
whispering that she still loves me...
I'm going to run out hurriedly,
in a hope if she is coming to me.....
To tell her of my love in still shy smile,
hiding tear with drizzle...
Intoxicated by the love of my kid day,
I'm gazing upon drizzle ...
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