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The patterings 
 Melodious like her lullaby
The chatterings
Soothing like her voice
Distracted me

And I saw droplets, 
Falling down..
Rushing down,
To embrace her mother
Like a child
Running towards his mother

Drizzles braided
Transparent pearls
All around.
I looked on, wondering
If my touch disrupts
the pattern.

Accompanied breeze 
Sprinkled some, 
My way
Thus my first encounter 
With the mist,
Alluring and tempting,
Graceful and delightful.



Linking this to Write Tribe Pro Blogger – Day 2,  NaBloPoMo October – Day 2 at Blogher, Ultimate Blog Challenge – Day 2 and Ultra Blog Challenge – Day 2.

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