When it rains,
music changes, to the sound of droplets of rain.
When it rains,
the feeling changes, into a nostalgic muse.
When it rains,
surroundings changes, into the unseen transparent wall.
music changes, to the sound of droplets of rain.
When it rains,
the feeling changes, into a nostalgic muse.
When it rains,
surroundings changes, into the unseen transparent wall.
Void Thoughts 
Quite thoughtful.
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Glad you liked it.. That was just a scribble.. 🙂 Thanks Anamika..
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