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The top of a mountain is the lowest of the next one to be climbed ©Internet Jockey The top of a mountain is the lowest of the next one to be climbed

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In the still of night, the rain begins to fall, A gentle whisper on the windowpane, Softly it descends, a silken shawl, Embracing the world in its soothing refrain. Moonlight dances on the silver streams, As raindrops weave through the velvet dark, Each one a fragment of forgotten dreams, A lullaby that sets the heart to hark. The streets are glistening with midnight's grace, A symphony of silence, soft and clear, The night sky wears a misty, tender face, As rain sings secrets only the night can hear. In this quiet storm, the world retreats, Wrapped in the calm of nature's gentle touch, The night rain hums in rhythmic, soft repeats, A tender solace, cherished oh so much. Under the night’s embrace, dreams gently sway, Carried on the wings of the rain's soft song, In its calming rhythm, troubles drift away, As night rain whispers where our hearts belong. ©twisha ray night rains #trnojo121 #raindrops

In the still of night, the rain begins to fall, A gentle whisper on the windowpane, Softly it descends, a silken shawl, Embracing the world in its soothing refrain. Moonlight dances on the silver streams, As raindrops weave through the velvet dark, Each one a fragment of forgotten dreams, A lullaby that sets the heart to hark. The streets are glistening with midnight's grace, A symphony of silence, soft and clear, The night sky wears a misty, tender face, As rain sings secrets only the night can hear. In this quiet storm, the world retreats, Wrapped in the calm of nature's gentle touch, The night rain hums in rhythmic, soft repeats, A tender solace, cherished oh so much. Under the night’s embrace, dreams gently sway, Carried on the wings of the rain's soft song, In its calming rhythm, troubles drift away, As night rain whispers where our hearts belong. ©twisha ray night rains #trnojo121 #raindrops

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The present is the bridge between what was and what will be. ©Srinivas #Present The present is the bridge between what was and what will be.

The present is the bridge between what was and what will be. ©Srinivas #Present The present is the bridge between what was and what will be.