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On this day Tonight the rain has arrived Relief for all of the plants It had been about a month The grass has turned brown Now there's a steady downpour Twenty after one in the morning The sound of water dripping Splashes from all the puddles Cool air from the cold front Which may bring thunderstorms Now it is two forty five am The rain is still coming down Watering and feeding the plants The grass needed a good drink It will help it recover from the heat Trees are going to be happy too Flowers will burst into bloom Animals will be very excited Insects also needed this rain Mother nature came to help ©Schizology On this day #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #memory

On this day Tonight the rain has arrived Relief for all of the plants It had been about a month The grass has turned brown Now there's a steady downpour Twenty after one in the morning The sound of water dripping Splashes from all the puddles Cool air from the cold front Which may bring thunderstorms Now it is two forty five am The rain is still coming down Watering and feeding the plants The grass needed a good drink It will help it recover from the heat Trees are going to be happy too Flowers will burst into bloom Animals will be very excited Insects also needed this rain Mother nature came to help ©Schizology On this day #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #memory

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The unknown I have a fear of the unknown But I would go with you blindfolded Anywhere at anytime ©Schizology The unknown #poem✍🧡🧡💛

The unknown I have a fear of the unknown But I would go with you blindfolded Anywhere at anytime ©Schizology The unknown #poem✍🧡🧡💛

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From the grip of a hand and a pen so sleek, Flows a tale unspoken, a story unique. On the page, a whisper, a silent song, Etching dreams where words belong. Under the glow of a muted light, Thoughts take flight in the quiet night. A blank sheet turns to a canvas grand, Guided gently by a steady hand. ©Avinash Jha #Whispher #On #page #The #Page

From the grip of a hand and a pen so sleek, Flows a tale unspoken, a story unique. On the page, a whisper, a silent song, Etching dreams where words belong. Under the glow of a muted light, Thoughts take flight in the quiet night. A blank sheet turns to a canvas grand, Guided gently by a steady hand. ©Avinash Jha #Whispher #On #page #The #Page