My Love

Jul 4, 2024

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Updated: Jul 16, 2025

By Pragun Sharma

Alone with the rain

Under the envious dark night sky

Feeling the stars glaring upon my contentment

A sensation like never before

Mio amore

An umbrella was pointless anyway

For the mere droplets were all that I could ask for

With the hushing sound of wind blessing my ears

Twirling bare feet in the streets of Italy

I could quite never disagree

By Pragun Sharma

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